On seeing my Cervix for the first time...

We've worked together for a long time... my cervix and I. She sends me information from afar We'd never actually met but we keep in touch. We've bled together Been pulled open by birth, blood and death I send someone down to check up on her once a year, the experience is most unpleasant But so far so good I'm told she's quite healthy As I learn more about my body and take an active stance in my health, I find myself less than satisfied with second information about my own intimate areas I feel I should get to know this interior part of myself. So I opened myself up and took a look... Seeing my cervix for the first time was like meeting someone I'd had a long distance relationship with "Oh my Goddess! That's what you look like!" "There you are" "Hello old friend, so good to finally meet you" And she's so pretty too Shiny, pink and round Almost like a pouty kissing mouth or an unopened rosebud I love her Seeing her for the first time, I finally feel like she's mine I want to care for her, I feel protective Want to learn everything about her Celebrate this new found- long lost-always there in silent darkness part of me To paint her portrait and feed my body nourishing food and teas to make her happy Give her skilled, nurturing lovers I want to be more involved in her check ups and have regular conversations with her, share stories I feel I'd like to talk to other cervixes too I want to hear their stories and share my love with them And Teach their women how to love them too