A Poem to Celebrate Birth

Like a baby thinks
before he understands words,
when he emerges from the womb
and suckles his first nipple

his tired mother whose fatigued body
still aching with pain where she felt
unbridled passion release in waves
and tremors through her flesh

as it connected the wet lust
to her trembling heart
to the peaceful soul
to the man who became whole:

This entire journey makes sense.

I wasn’t wandering in the woods,
I wasn’t on the wrong path,
I wasn’t lost, not at all,
I was on my path.

We cannot pick every rock and pebble,
every opening in the trees for the sun,
every weed and every flower,
every pool for us to wash,

we just walk our paths,
and there is sorrow, and there is loneliness,
but now our paths have merged
and I know why I was on my path:

This entire journey makes sense.

I had to learn how to love
so that I could love you
the way you need to be loved
the way you deserve love

I had to learn how to be me
so I could be the man
knowing what I need,
this love you deserve.

These words I woke up to this morning
are more powerful than the desire
that begins its course though my veins,
they are the words I have always needed

This entire journey makes sense

Let us be patient
tender and gentle, honest and passionate.
Our paths don’t just cross, they merge
as I believe they always did ahead of us

now weary but ready for each other
we can walk together
we can walk our path
like children who understand words

and can connect the wet lust
to trembling hearts
to peaceful souls
to the man who has become whole

This entire journey now makes sense.

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