Milk Moments

by on April 5, 2018 :: 0 comments

Go away little growl,
Little Guy demanded nursing,
Head held back, catching my light
In your growth of lips, cheeks, tongue.

My cups wash limpid, free of darkness,
As we share the wisdom of lactation,
Chaff’s only culled as we pause for air
Or for lesser needs.

Then, during diaper changes,
Flickerings of serious poetics totter,
Coupling your vulnerable parameters,
With history more than nature.

Greater immolations,
You impecunious thief, come
When our mutual articulations
Sing home the moon.

editors note: Babe at breast sings milk from moons. (This one comes from KJ Hannah's recent collection, Mothers Ought  to Utter Only Niceties. See how to get your copy here.) - mh clay

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