When he cries a hungry cry
My breasts let down
steady streams of milk
spraying my clothes with warm, sticky sweetness.
I hold him close then
He sucks, a persistent tugging
taking nourishment from me
in quick, short gulps
His soft head rests on my arm
While blue eyes
Lazy and unfocused seem to be dreaming
I pat him, whisper quiet words
Perhaps he understands
the nonsense poems and silly songs
as he wiggles and sucks at my neck
a vampire in miniature
waiting for seconds.
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