Birth (poem)

dilated disarm
counting language
with a feeling
with a penchant for wine
drift of languorous attention
a reason to slip through
the clouds
through her thighs

birth, before the yellow sun melts
before the corner of lips smile
minefield curse, affect deadpan face
cottons soft and  paint cries
rung of ladder, high and dry
in the eyes of a Doctor Monsoon, attentiveness

in the lobby
reach for the sky
friends holding hands pray
miniature philosophy in the palm
shark infested silence
quiet distills air
nostalgia of wind
two passing ships in the night, friends remember and forget

There are no men left on earth only feminists
From a distance  dust from the ground
swallows thought, levies attention
respect,  hate and love
time is fast and slow as
a hug goodbye from mother never ends
I am born

 

 

This Poem was written while listening to the song Pedestal by Sixtoes @SixToesMusic

Painting: Venus Anadyomene , 1872 by Arnold Böcklin

 

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