She Comes Like a Child

She comes like a child
shudders under the hot crush of herself
sounds protests
against this uprising of flesh
which has caught her

eyes wide

again

She comes like a child
shocked and shy
by the wracking rhythm
the ungentle honesty
of a skin trying to give birth to itself

Dawn breaks between her lips
beats the sun through the window
and as this morning stretches its arms
she comes like a child
for the very first time
again