Is this by Sappho Durrell?

"night-dress- blood batik/batik in blood"
-s.d

I have been gestating the sea all this while

you have been spitting stones into dirt-edged puddles

trying to cast a spell to draw me out with the radiating ripples

you know you can make me come but not cry

out underneath harvest-wet weather

a portion of heaven has been set aside for you

and it goes bad on your plate, surrounded with congealed bone-grease

you would tell the elders that i plucked your tendons for my lyre

and tore away your caul even before birth

but you always confuse me with your mother though i

never let your swollen head pass between my sacred thighs

even knowing stairs and heat as well as i do

how the temperature drops as the banister walks you down into a basement