Celestial blossom of feminine beauty,
Make love to me like it's your god given duty.

Most bi*  r  ds call me ugly but
   I'm be  a  utiful & intelligent
     than  v  ultures and most of
  all oth  e  r birds gracing
   the ve  n  *etian skies

which is why we use greek letters
and fill in the gaps with scientific
constants; the roman empire fell
because of its mathematical notation
of digits - d'uh one hundred matchsticks:

the ancient version:
    π = III. I IV I V IX II VI V III V IX...
                                                           ­       see the necessary
                                          gaps?
it would               be such                       O
                                              nonsense if no holes
              were present / shafts, Venice canals, grids of
  space... imagine: III. IIVIVIXIIVIVIIIVIX...

now, the modern version:
   π = 3.14159265359                     tight like
                                           a Testudo (tortoise) formation;
but i ask, where's this grand
                                                         ФИЉОЗОФ?

They carried us
Through gestation,
Or adopted
Without hesitation.
Our coming
Was a celebration,
Mothers are our affirmation.
They deliver.

When we were quiet
From travails,
She made time
For school-yard tales.
The warmth of sunshine
Shyly pales
To her prevailing arms.

They nurtured us
Til eyes dried out;
Cried alone
When we left
The house;
Waiting by the door,
Like a living cure.

When Moms do well
All can tell
The Madonna-like connection:
No need to forgive them,
We'll always grieve them;
They've loved us
Since conception.

.
                                       a
                                 l    l i     l
                              i       en       i
                             e      a   l       e
                             n     i      e     n
                              a      a   l      a
                               l       ie        l
                                 i      n      i
                                        ~
              ­                         en

Three sheets
to the wind
but
the captain's
still sober.