Tatiana Johnson-Boria

Portal

                  penetration can edge the baby through.
                  induce. the earth is already hungry for it.
                  breasts a tender bite. ankles swallowing the
                  salt of sea. buoyed feet under blankets, a
                  harbor of a vessel. the head resting heavily
                  against the pelvis, they call it lightening.
                  quickening the precipice. the body heaves
                  from the weight of desire. the opening
                  wants to come open, wild gaping. bewitching
                  eclipse. celestial gateway—yearning
                  for a flickering in the dark.

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