Is the fetus more likely
conscious or cold?

It longs
by compacting intense hopes
for unrealizable
esoeteric intangibility.

It is not innocent.
It wants a nipple to bite; kinky Freudian lactose
an orifice to enter; stroking congealed creampour
a needle to plunge; ethereal invasion, petty driplets
a razor to scratch; wanton bleedings of epidermal thatch

It wants no more bad times
It wants to lick a lover's lime
It wants to commit a heinous crime,
if that alone can stop the time.