"Sun Daisy (4)" © onetouch grafix

this is my body— break; fly
by OsyMizpah Unuevho

 

in my dreams the earth is always
a bowl of oil you
immerse my body into, singing your

favourite compositions of
mud. & dirt. & volcano purity. & bread,
your mouth filled with safflower

& beginning with soft bridges: I break you, child
I b r e –
a k you into perfect bits of sky: small mirrors
of faith. Salt; Guyana; May Day—
fruits of the feminine-spirit. Invocations rising

from earth-chimneys, sun-like; your hands teach
me to wake up in this day & break
single definitions of the goddess breathing

from inside this black core,
& become the asylum; lamp & total human.

 
 

poem: OsyMizpah Unuevho (ig: @the_mizpah) writes and collects poetry and rock samples from everywhere. Member of the Hill-top Arts Foundation, he is a road photography, mental paintings enthusiast and lover of rock, indie, experimental folk, shoegazing et cetera feminine bands and he loves the deep in everything.

photo: “Sun Daisy (4)” © onetouch grafix
https://www.instagram.com/onetouch_grafix/

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