By Emily Robyn Clark
Moving onto my lap,
your body blooms
I feel powerless
floating
on a great ocean
under you, the sun.
When we lie naked,
my fingers search
for ports of call.
Every exploration begins with a question
and you murmur, “yes”
It’s pure revelation,
this skin—
I wear darkness on my sleeve
like rhythmic night,
peyote in the crescent deep,
I steal kisses and hope you swear to me alone:
I’m your holiday forever.
Emily Robyn Clark is an award-winning poet and filmmaker, and the author of Morning Comes Roaring Down the Mountain (2025) and Art Triumphant (2017). Her poetry has appeared in numerous publications, and she has performed her work across the United States. A passionate feminist and advocate for human rights and social justice, she currently resides in Tallahassee, Florida, in the U.S.