Category : Poems

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My baby, my heart; soundly, silently slumbering.
We wonder what babies might dream,
But as you make a bed of my breast,
Mouth ajar, I wonder no longer.

Tongue rising and falling in waves,
Mesmerizing motion of nurture,
Ancestral memory coursing through, 
Natural reflex... dreaming of drawing
Upon your liquid love.

My baby, my heart; soundly, silently slumbering.
Already full of precious milk,
Your tongue stills,
Merely dreaming.