Giving myself bridal and true
but still less than half the truth
with genes that dance like marionettes
on the beat of civil decency

My heart is floating
in the sky, sunlit
bleeding with the moon

The wind blows a mummywill
in me, drifts in front of my eyes
an appropriate daddypicture

Fingers invent me
anew from within
they open me
for brideschildren on earth