With mind more clear, so wash'd with tavern's drink,
our Preacher walks the streets toward his home
whereat, around the back, he finds the Doll
awaiting his arrival on the stoop.
"Surprise, surprise. Did not expect to see
thee here." He winks. "How fares thy kicking babe?"
She stands at his arrival, hugging him
and planting kiss upon his cheek before
she draws away and rubs her baby bump,
so big she doth appear about to burst. 10
"She's doing fine. Perhaps with two more months
will she be done and ready to emerge.
Which I'll be glad about; her weight is great
upon my form, as well voluminous."
Our Preacher laughs as he unlocks the door
and steps inside. "Thiy'll certainly be big.
Thou seem so certain that thy babe's a girl,
but with that size, don't mind if I express
my doubts about this gender guess of thine."
She rolls her eyes. "To men tis always size 20
determines ev'rything upon the land.
But I've an intuition, thou shouldst know;
a feeling in my gut, quite lit'rally.
I've borne this baby seven months by now,
developing a mother's sense along
the way, with which I've figur'd out the sex.
But never couldst thou understand this sense
so that is where I think I'll leave such talk."
Our Preacher thinks to jibe—to criticize
this sense of hers, but figures mentioning 30
the fact she isn't sure who father'd her
still forming babe would mar the mood instead
of coming off as joking, so he stops
himself from speaking up. A prostitute
deserves some dignity, all said and done.
Instead he offers invitation forth
for her to join him for a cup of tea,
for though the nature of their friendship's sway'd
away from their licentious intercourse
(which both enjoy'd together through the months) 40
because of th'one that grows inside her womb
so big and cumbersome and possibly
endanger'd by th'engagement of their flesh,
they still maintain an affable affair,
as both enjoy the other's company
and on occasion just the other's touch.
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As Ever Like the Sun & Moon at War
PoetryA troubled Pilgrim sets upon a road in search by sun and storm of paradise; a vain Pariah's banish'd from his home to render justice by the moonlit night: two individuals who share a flesh, each unalike in methods and beliefs, yet fated consequence...