On the edges of change, these margins of leaving are tangible;
unhurried detachment of shell from its warm insides,
a gradual strengthening of where you end and I begin,
no more indistinct boundaries of my body or yours.
Our home underground houses a bird of miracle
her shadow stains your white clean walls;
nevertheless, you feed her well and love her with precision
in this dream I love her too.
When you’re distracted, I go down to see her,
two caves sheltering eyes, containing ocean
the water in me moves with undoubting recognition
she is me, and I am her.
The hollow womb cage shrinks in contractions
as the bird flops and turns within our body,
your pain is real yet necessary for this rupture of us
where I end, and you begin.
I enter the dream, the dream enters me again
descend to her, her – eager for my return
I open the door of your cage, reddened by longing,
red as mouth, labia-lips, I let her fly, rebirthing; this way, this way.
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