Symbiosis

You are my child,

 my baby—

and I love you.

I made you.

I say I made you.

But, in truth, you put yourself together:

growing all the pieces you need

and placing them carefully where they must go.

You did that all by yourself inside me.

I only provided you a home,

and raw material to work with. 

And my pride swells like a lung full of fresh, clean air. 

You took over my body—

a parasite that made me

sick,

and hungry.

And sick,

and bloated.

And sick,

and tired.

But filled with love,

and longing at the thought of

meeting you.

What a strange thing

that feelings that are bad

and feelings that are good

held hands to make love so deep,

and delicious

that it now wraps itself around my heart,

in a grip that will never release—

Just as a parasite should.

We are now become

a symbiotic creature:

my love feeding your thirst,

your existence nourishing my love.