cosmos of woo

When I was a child 
the universe was a wasteland of emptiness 
awaiting my thought to populate it. 
Guess what I found? 

You. 

Your eyes, 
your lips. 
Your sex 
- that's a hot way 
to talk about what's 
between your legs 

call it a "sex" 
I picked that up from Anne 
Sexton I think, but 
perhaps it was another 
she-poet 

Anyway, your head 
and face, your back, 
arms and legs 
filled the world, 
and your tits did the
rest, 

plus
a number on my mind, 

until in the behind of behind 
I found your butt. 

The universe 
is all right