Bye, Illogical Clock

Time to check myself,
For maternal leanings can push the button
On the door to seduction,
Giving nocturnal vibes new meaning.

It is hard to resist
Suggestive urges beneath reserved tones,
But for my sake I will hold my tongue
And pretend I love being alone.

Coquettish by nature,
Man is doomed if he chooses no mate.
Why, without revisiting Eden,
He has no Paradise to create!

Oh, bewitching moon!
Hide us from your lustful light,
Or perhaps you illuminate
To discourage lovers from flight.

But now I digress --
Instead of facing the possibility
That biology will overtake reason
And plant within me an entity.

Am I dreaming that I will win,
Remain in solitude for all eternity?
Could thoughts that I have divulged in confidence
Spell the end of me?

Eluding motherhood resembles nightmares
Of diving buzzards and decaying prey,
Of injuring a finger in the cookie jar
Before you could make a clean getaway.

This is not a contradiction.
You deny the maternal impulse
Until the truth uncovers your fiction.
With the universe weighing on your mind, you convulse.

I have awakened from a recurring dream,
Bearing the pleasure and then the pain.