take this nested breast
flower cream, or blood colored nipple
watch our bodies make these ripples
over sheets so white and clean.
my love i know i am far away
the babies squall mouthed suck
always before your hands
always before your eyes.
the house is a jungle forest
water steams from teenage dreams
showers that last longer than dinner
cooks with tears and breastmilk.
but between us
there is a non calculated symmetry
between late and never made it at all
a collective groan of longing
her cries rise like tiny balloons
popping over our heads
she is the queen
i am the milkmaid in your bed.
maggie may ethridge
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This is so sweet and I just love it.
Aw. I ♥ this. And you.
LOVE! xx
oh wow--- i missed your poems so much!! as always excelent!! sent you a letter... will reach you soon
but between us
there is a non calculated symmetry
love this poem and love you!!
yolanda
Lovely, perfect perfection, Maggie May.
This may be my favorite poem of yours that I have ever read and that is saying something.
Hi Maggie,
I like the imagery in this poem, and the longing, and the family setting.
"her cries rise like tiny balloons popping over our heads"...I love this.
Words are your magic, Maggie.
xo
so beautiful - I used to write about my children and family - haven't been able to write beautiful stuff since my husband was killed - sure hope the urge returns soon
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