Fill my pussy with your curd,
Belly swells and breasts leak milk!
Plant your oats, I’ll rear your ilk,
Be your wife and serve your word!
Though you call me Dearest Red,
I can’t take you for my own,
Pink loves you from hair to bone—
One more spouse you cannot wed.
Love is not a game with rules,
Grab whomever comes in reach!
Cling to them and smother each
With a love that never cools!
I am with you, Tom, my love,
You who make me laugh and blush—
For so long it’s been a crush,
Now we’re one—thank Him above.