by Kathleen Richardson

Created on: May 23, 2008

Rosebud mouth, tiny lips
Nuzzle my breast searching
For sustenance, comfort, love

Wake me when your alarm goes off
Midnight to midnight

You search for me
I barely stir and pull you close
Open wide, baby bird mouth

We sigh in our joining
Drifting in a sleepy wakefulness
Every day is Saturday

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