Churning it into butter May 19, 2015

 

I stir you up as if you were a drink, using my swizzle stick to get deep, mixing up a broth I can take into me, slow church as if to make mile into butter, the moans and groans telling me just how close to coming I can get, that point of conversion, when the cream pours over the top, and I, feel like a cow that must produce, must keep on coming up with the milk needed to turn into cream, the movement we need to make, the splattering of it on the bottom of the bucket, and then, the stick I press to churn, up and down, the effort too great to justify the end produce, the thick consistency of cream, dripping off my fingers and stick, until it is too thick for me to keep up, finally turning into butter.

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