His Baby blue
        hides in my womb
        and I will give it wings
        that we may stay children--
                a soul set free,
                a soul forever imprisoned,
                a part of me ripped away,
                a part of me
                        impossible to lose.

The blood will spill
        from between my legs
and stain his beautiful canvas--
and he will shield his eyes
        and will not see
and I will try to cleanse the stains
        with my penitent tears.
                        --March 9th, 2001