Who is Sylvia?
For you the two-way mirrors are the ones.
You need more visions, not just of face
And breasts. You need the visions of your sons
Inside you, yet to come. Inside the place
Behind the glass the thinnest silver veil
Allows your vision of the future, not
Your giant love of now. The future, pale
Because of him inside you (bed) feels hot,
The future only dim because the four
Boys lurk, more daydreams as he pumps his seed
To make tomorrows. You alone want more.
Your femininity needs, daughter greed.
The bounding of the maleness all around,
Inside and out, is how desiring frowned.
~ Phillip Whidden 
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