i light no lampi go by acheand touch
the song of your hungerguides meto your humid nest my handscurl under your arms and lift
it's instinct this gifti give you at nighti know youdifferentlysmell you when i can't see you
buttons to unfastenhalf asleepit's hard to work my fingersand juggle youbut soon i fold youin the crook of my armthese pouches of stonefour hours without youlook what it does
you seek meblindly rooting for the sourcei croonit is therei melt and gushyou choke break coughtoo muchtoo fastgurgling to your belly
milk splatters your face and fuzzy scalpmilk sweet and warm suchplenty to grow on
i nuzzle your headand rock the chairslip my handunder your gownto fondle
your miniature toes
little peach little plumi cannot imagine yougrown
