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eclipsed
And in her arms a baby
bright as a daffodil.
Rays of light
emanate
from this child.
He remembers a game -
“do you like butter?”
and thinks he sees
a golden glow reflected
on his young wife’s throat…
Pollen-headed
the baby has
a smile that gleams
audacious as the sun!
Holdmefeedmeloveme
undeniable demands
as a full breast is nuzzled
...
Saturday 28th March 2015 3:01 pm
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