World’s Warm Womb

Endless jars of the ocean,
Pruned fingers and damp hair,
Shrinking in salt- I taste it,
Limbs knotted into an infinity.

Soil- a loofah for my purple skin,
Mahogany- white buds cluster on my navel,
I smell of her milk; sweet and soapy,
I roll my bare body in the garments of earth.

And the sky was never enough,
I’ve seen it, though distorted, through her cracks,
It is blue all around,
Yet the air is swallowed down too fast.

While I am near sweltering,
Flames of her laughter torch my ribs,
Restless and restful- my becoming,
While waiting in the world’s warm womb.

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