she proposes to do a story
on breastfeeding
I can't get the image out of my head
trying not to look over the meeting table
fearful I might see
her naked there
with a suckling
infant at her chest
the breasts I see are
those breasts
she sent pictures of
all those months ago
and which I saw for real later
if only for an
instant
as vivid and yet has fleeting as a dream
the shape, size, fee,
lingering form a memory
I can't shake
aching to become the
infant
clinging to her
my mouth always hungry
for a taste of more
I look at everyone
else around the table
just not at her
seeing no shock
no alarm
no attraction
and wonder
does my expression
give me away
is she looking in my direction
for the reaction that
reverberates through
me
like an earthquake
No comments:
Post a Comment