tilted pelvis toward a velvet sky

linted with stars

                              you offer your self

                              as sanctuary

present your softest place to be shined

into                              you tell the night that

                              you have held secrets like black holes,

surely you can take constellations

and the generations that will come

                              after these stars have died

                              will find their way through life

by the stars of your pussy

Kamari Bright is our poet in residence for July. Read our interview with her

Previously: Chalice, And the Moon, Nephilim, and The Garden.