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COLETTE NYS-MAZURE
The smell of her body and mine are one
she unfolds her waxen limbs
and my womb rebels orphaned
my flesh screams out its loss
mourning its escapee
How many more days
stroking mouthing sucking
in search of food
hands clawed or caressing
eyes fixed on mine
I am etched in you
mingled with the currents
that flow to the sea
Leave me
you who extend me
while not belonging to me
(Translated by Anne-Marie Glasheen)
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