It is epic. Don’t get me wrong. Because it’s not just your ex-girlfriend that you knocked up, it’s your ex-girlfriend’s mom. So it is epic.
Humbly, tenderly, upon the charming tomb,
Made of shadows, surrenders and lavishments of love,
Shaped by your weary grace,
I am dying, dying over you, I fall, abandoned,
But no sooner do I sink on the deep sepulcher
Whose confined space urges me to ashes,
Than she, the seemingly dead, in whom life returns,
Shivers, opens her eyes, fills me with light, and bites me,
And continues to wrench from me an ever newer death
More precious than life itself.