November 30, 2011 · 9:10 am
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The First 30: Day 19

heat rising, the tip of your
tongue moving, almost
silent across lips, its
rhythmic swimming

you want her close
as the roof of your mouth
hands pulling down the slow
air of spring to receive

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4 Responses to The First 30: Day 19

  1. Gabrielle Bryden
    November 30, 2011 at 12:25 pm

    ‘lethargic limbs batman’ – haha – breastfeeding and Queensland heat (what a combo)

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  2. claudia
    November 30, 2011 at 3:33 pm

    oh so beautiful.. i can really feel this.. so beautiful to have babies in spring…
    just read through the posts i missed…was crazy busy over here..and we’re heading towards winter…

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  3. slpmartin
    December 1, 2011 at 2:36 am

    Now I’m hoping you taking lots of photos to put together a poetry and photo book for him when he graduates or has his own children. :-)

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  4. magicpoet01
    December 2, 2011 at 5:40 am

    Breastbound Mama

    That scent trail
    instinctive, voracious
    a fast flicker of the bird mouth
    open, fossicking
    until that latching on
    nipple deep back
    areola lip-locked
    sucking and drawing the milk
    oxytocin tiger
    clawing at the womb wall
    lamb-love chemistry
    swooning and spooning
    into drowsiness.

    © M.L.Emmett

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