& More poems:

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skins streched out to form the skylight

 

the night made a tent from our skins/

and we stay in ourselves 

in shelter. 

 

between these skins,

longing is a brutal animal

that doesn’t let go// 

parading 

with its claws out. 

 

between these skins

honey drips & drips

in the rhythm of your breath &

i bathe into your warm organs &

the pains & dreams 

tucked 

in between.

 

between these skins i see

unrehearsed power. 

joy that is boiling. 

 

between these skins,

i apologise to myself 

for what i asked myself to be. 

 

between these skins i cry with permission. 

between these skins i observe and touch

with my eyes 

uninterrupted. 

 

between these skins black sands glowing. 

the purest oxygen. 

 

between these intertwined skins

we become a womb

for each other.

 

a crescendo-womb,

a womb cave,

a return for something we long for

 

but have no memory of.

 

(an embryo floating in space.

the ecstasy of non-being/

the stars- 

a dance score to read

in amiotic fluid. 

 

the alien-gods

are caressing

our umbilical cords/

Tenderly)