Poet:
Beatriz Ledezma Mariñez
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Midwife of the night
long hair
blue nipples
kneeling prostrate before the trunk of life

the fragrance of her pubis invades
the indigo of the night
awakens nocturnal creatures
convokes them to her presence

And there I go
crawling on six paws in a rush
great blanket and horns at mad speed
without rest without breath with my last snort

Drinker of light
Nocturnal huntress
Mother of creation
Eternal tongue

She waits