Photo by Jason Knott
Song for Colette
by Genny Lim, from Winter Place

Like a tiny calf she suckles
at my nipple with lip and tongue
She squeezes my breast gently with thumb and finger
rotating in silent rhythm with her tongue
When she empties out one breast
she gulps the air like a fish
then she lifts her head toward the other

She sighs heavily then drifts off to sleep
Her Buddha-cheeks puffed and rosy
her mouth half-open
a thread of milk trickling out of its corner

Her warmth burrows into me
like water into sand
Once more, she's returned to the womb
My breast is her moon
My body, her universe

copyright 2001, Genny Lim

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