Maracasfor Angelica
M. S. Garcia
press breast milk
out of her body
when our eyes meet
we smile
little else are we
able to say to each other
little else are we
able to understand
I understand
she's had a baby recently
nine months old
press her breasts
folds her arms
across her chest
"Leche!" she says
in response to curiosity
to questioning I
to questioning eyes
and squeezes more
to find relief
to release milk
her breasts
are too filled with
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
7:20 p.m. 20.02.09
posted by Obie Quiet at 5:17 PM
2 Comments:
I love this poem.
Sweet... the milk I mean(Im kidding).
How your lines are crafted so wonderfully.
How kind you are, how sweet, dba. I thank you for your words - for letting your eyes go over my words - for letting them enter your intellect - for letting my poetry become part of your life. I thank our Maker for making you part of mine. I so much richer. Are you robbed or are you richer too? I hope richer too.
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