Ovaries

Ovaries in the river of semen,
And of the eggs that swim with joy;
But the cynosure of the act is in the eating,
And like the sweet words from my lover.
Arise and swim with the joy of your muse,
For out of the river of semen comes the fusion;
All in the name of fertilization to create a child,
For the river of semen is always needed by the ovaries.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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