Returning to my mother's v*gina

O arched fornices!

O hallow'd vaults of mucosal flame!

whence my father's prick became

not once, now twice

That spice seed's arm in fruitful claim

Your hollow depths became you well

Like adsa checkout brain your cells click'd

An' whirr'd deshelving pots of sticky food

A red carpet for visitors

An icing for gleeful mood

As fetus inhabitant

Tumbl'd not once, yet twice

from attic o' gothic towers

you bellow'd like

rampant igniter of engine's showers

In maternity, english-butchering nurses

Gave in swaddling one wet fruit

Pluck'd from sore loins 

to panting surreal visage

where pride an' relief conjoins

Yet now I doth smelt my earthly chain

An' return from whence I came

To that willow'd tunnel afore your behind

there I will reside

Spending last breaths suffocated in pink clingfilm'd chyme