by Robert.A.Shakeshaft


the silence of silence drenched in dilated skin
waters break in gush from the red birth cave

a cry spits the son of my daughter now in turmoil
his safe nest torn lies flush as a rose on cotton white

now a mother new and clean as a gaping sucks
breasted snugness - deep her life beat a lullaby

dipping him in sleep peaceful the eye lids flutter
into a timid darkness - curtains the innocence dream

blind the prided gaze dances in sentience rite
her future life skies to new found life grappling

in a moment he awakes mouthing his need
milk of life nectar born -ready leaky lips chin cotton nape.

robert shakeshaft

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