Birth

vernix-newborn

In animal darkness:
half light of flame and fire,
the ache of onset makes way
for the gush and rush
of release.

Moan, groan,
moo, howl.
Shit, sweat,
blood-striped thighs

The breath,
the push,
the miracle cry.
Then skin on skin,
waxy, wet, we lie,
in slippery grip
of love.

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