Vagina I am a woman I am the curly ginger haired actress who just divorced her horrible husband. I am the leaves on the wet strawberries. I will eat your tears and grow daffodils my child. I will twirl your hair and create a spiral staircase for you to the stars. You are the moon, my child. I cry for blood of your smile. I cry for cleaning awhile. You are my dove, lullaby. You are the angle that makes her a lier. You are the everything the nothing the sky. You are the sky, my child. And although you die, and come back and dance of a plum and begun once again! You die and your mine and I love you lullaby.

I love you.