Milky Boy

curled into me, distracted- 

each rain 

drop

slips down mountains

taking pebbles,

leaves, cliff tops. Laying bare

the land and

Becoming

puddles. Pools, your eyes are

pools. Lakes. I

drink you in

run my hand across

smooth surface

of your face, watch

the ripples

burbles, giggles            as you absorb

my touch and Become a little

bigger, somehow

a wave of concentration, 

a wrinkling between your (fathers)

eyes, as you catch a finger 

in each hand and

gum one seriously

considering me

before ferociously relatching

and gazing up 

serene,   

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[caesarkreshen]

hastag breastfeeding.

It kind of moves.

I like: somehow, seriously, serene.

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You're back :)

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:: oh... congratulations... i'm an aunt now... ooh la la... a poet is born to an infinitely poetic mom... gosh, i can't stop smiling... :)

:: p.s. what's his name... ?

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:) his name is William, nearly 5 months old now. Thank you for reading

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:: dearest william... i love you... your mom is very secretive... so she kept you a secret for almost 5 months... but i know now... and am gonna love you every day... ~ serah

:: p.s. mom... please give my message to your precious bundle of joy... :)

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:: oh... and sweet dreams, dearest william... :)

[Emily B]

oh, damn, i've been in a serious poetry funk and this is good medicine

so glad i happnened by it! thank you, thank you