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I have opened you like a child kneels in the sand and pries the oyster’s doors for the first time spying the pearl your hips cleaved butterfly wide, my eyes two painted wings reflecting war in every tender shade of coral I blaze and take flight coast your legs the inlets of knees the secret scrub of your thighs the sculpted valley between I am a seagull diving for what’s buried inside—milky liquor a fleet taste of ocean iodized air, filaments of breeze and brine gathered on the feathers of terns I peel this out of you I lick the lambent streams from your softest panels I lose my head and gasp, dizzy with gusts the staggered groans flowing in currents over sun-smoked shores our risen eddies the way your mouth is trying to say something lips two wild pulsing fish swift bubbles of nothing moaned into the air’s naked ear I am swimming fast down your steepest leagues my rage for heaven and particles a school of tongues darting, circling the labored-after grandeur the thousand breaths the abyss of bells it could take a life-time to seize them to ring them all
Michelle Bitting’s books include Broken Kingdom (Catamaran, 2018).
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