the first time i saw a cunt
i didn't know she was my sweetheart,
and i didn't understand her
not like feet or arms
which i understood immediately
but cunt grew on me
like ivy over bricks
in time cunt ate my mind
and i was haunted by her
perfume
then i suffered
a severe case of cunt on the brain
of which there is no cure but death
unless of course
there are cunts in the afterlife
the cunt
such a tender
slit that oozes love like gelatin
a veiled curving vulnerability
it's secret poorly hidden
for easy discovery
but still,
i didn't understand women
the holders of this sacred chalice
until the great epiphany
and i realized
that the woman's heart is a cunt too
a silky slit
the marrow of her soul
waiting to be opened and brimming