A stingray surfaces
Burnt upon my stomach.
A darkened, prominent patch
Slowly snaking upwards.
The linea nigra
Leaves a trailing wake
Induced from my pubis,
A shagreen homage
To my spinal growth,
My self-sufficiency
And electricity
As I smoothly glide
Into true blue motherhood.
I examine the pulse
Of animal activity
Centred around my navel,
The heart of a sound,
An origin story
Concocting the every-now,
This storming purpose
Where all my utterances
Gather to transmit.
🎨/📷 by Mark Rothko, No. 61 (Rust and Blue) [Brown Blue, Brown on Blue], 1953