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
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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