Their Nipples

The soft twin winds

of peace and harmony

flow through your nipples

 

It is not milk

that gives such flow

but the whiff of life's

spirit, the wind

of poetry

 

the renewal

and the silence

of the love

you give me

 

I suck like a newborn

bee at a blossom

I suck like a

stopped hummingbird

in mid-air

 

and am born

am reborn time and

again when I see

them offered out

into the rosy light

of this world

 

And it's like pulling

an infinite noodle

out of your center

when you come