Milky bosoms bring forth joy
Bring forth man’s ambrosia
Life giving in the suckling
In the contact, recognition
The urge to feed that never leaves
Womb contractions continue
Knowledge in the suckling
Uncontractual recognition
Just a quick bond
In front of an over-ripened curve
Eyes wide with wonder
Staring innocently into space
Tiny fingers grasp the fount
Small noises of contentment
From the giver and receiver
Both sated in their own way
Suction released from the grasp
Tongue removed from the battle
Sour sensation in the nostril
Cyclic dreaming of the drunken pup
Years later the breast re-visited
Not by the off-spring but love
Man pays his attention to the fount
Old sensations re-kindled as lust
