a women fosters
the strength of the boy’s nectar.
as it begins
to take its shape.

the inception
presents possibilities.
that only a women will harvest right.
you let my nectar

collect beneath
and find a stream.
far away from your home
now to cultivate.

all that i am
can not be done.
the same as you could have
i do not blame.

your mistakes
because i know
i could not care of nectar either.
for i am weak, like you.

that is how
you let my nectar,
go. now my shape has formed
and has no more room for you to grow.