Momma G, Evolution, Adam, Eve: Table for Four

Prose poem about a gorilla in Bronz zoo.

Momma G, Evolution, Adam, Eve: Table for Four

(Written after a visit to the Bronx Zoo)

 

Matted fur on n*****s bare, he suckles as she kisses brow, sucking in his sweetness

Oh! How she tastes, ripe of Mother's love, he gulps for seconds, never enough rubs

Momma, how she holds him close, and I know now of evolutions nill, time stands

Moments of another time, caught between the biting singe, His lips puckered tempt

Adam knew of her juice, as babe to Mother, sipping soft, she scoops up from underneath

Eve would argue nay her cause, I laugh at evolutions there, a woman knows her spot and always did

Victory in the watching now, to see his sleepy grin, belly full she draws breaths still

Every moment watching him, patting bottom kisses, planted on his nape: Momma G, I see.