are under the hair but not talking
me or looking at me, just sucking
on my breast while your hair
on its conversation with my nose,
up soft and white from the thin sheet
skin on your bony head, saying
fluff fluff fluff fluff.
am over the breast watching you
not talking to you, just sitting
you and sniffing your hair,
my milk comes lolloping, lolloping,
lopsided, hurtling into your mouth
pooling itself for the headlong slide
of a talking) down your throat.
the milk is almost asleep, just a drip
attention in your mouth then nothing
you call it to you with one last suck
it is sleepy now, just a baby pool of milk,
you swill down into the dark and dismiss
a swing of your eyes, hello! hello!
hello! you come racing back to me.