
your fingers’ tiny
nails softly graze
freckled skin, you nuzzle in
to drink. settling into the crook
between strength and bone. fighting
tears, i swallow tightly, holding fast
this serene, fixed moment amid motion blur. eyes squint, eyebrows
relax - a smile springs
up, you compensate with charm.
i’m filled
again. with milk, with pride.
with awe.