Parthenogenesis: When Pigs Fly Poem by Lovita Morang

Parthenogenesis in refugium, refuge i cannot to partake in relict, lick dry the bleeding veins, just to confirm that I am the metaphorical creation of love, firm flights even when pigs can fly,
Bathe in Liminic eruptions of virgin birth, I dig dead skeletal remains of dragon fly;
Eke out eternity's thirst from islands of mysterious lake,
I part my bitter-belongness over a piece of cake.

In the riddle of the sphinx, I ride to win the once-seen trojen horse,
In the dead of night, bewitching moon red-lipped licks sere sky,
crockles of the heart, concocts crocks.
lover's amber hidden in moonlight's course,
Gale force delights the pleasing plainsong of hard knocks,

Bibelot of beads in my ornated body adorned oft, often injurious afficionado's loved hive,
Imbathed the imprints of imbued abstruse, a living will clung to ancestral closed book,
Immutability's moisten eyes longs to see all that once spotted-dove from treetop jived;
Thrived to trumped up or coo the good cook.

Let's plod all quiet briskly in a gaff-rigged sailboat to find fealty fay,
Saber sewn girdling in simple taste of frostbitten wind, forever and a day.

-Lovita J R Morang