she nibbled at the envelope of his neck. slid the single blade between his lips. a world of words tumbled onto her shoulders. she bathed in the light of verses and refrains. ran her fingers through consonants and swirled vowels with her tongue. this was the tip of a new day.
the dahlias rooted outside the picture window. she poured water into their veins and witnessed their hundred fold hands open in prayer to the sun. the whole planet seemed to pulse with the cycle of breath moving under her skin.
a tiny bundle of intention parted the red sea inside her womb. she spent the past two years cleaning out that room to welcome him with appropriate ceremony.
she squeezed mango juice on her crepe and drizzled powder sugar on her thumb nails. then asked him to suck the sweetness. a baby is growing inside the folds of her verse.
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