From the Womb Before the Dawn

This evening


everything rests


in clusters of light.


I can see you,


a woman who belongs


to the dawn.


Your hair is


innocent with dew.


With you


the night is shy,


it gathers itself


into the dark moons


of your eyes.


As you walk,


secrets repose


inside you.


When the anger


of the wind


rushes you,


be still,


remember


your primitive cradle.

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