You crawl into my lap
tugging my shirt on the side
of your favorite breast.
The stray thread that I pull,
to ravel the weave
exposing my own bare belly.
The want of nearness and nourishment…
Fingers kneading and groping for skin,
like ducklings scrambling and skidding
for the warmth of a downy breast.
Woven into our life quilt…
The blanket I throw over the clothesline
in a feeble attempt to wean the dust.
Even soot finds a place to rest.
The desire to be desired…
Tiny hands caress the curve of my chin
as you nuzzle my chest,
and quench my thirst with a kiss –
Placed on the furrow over my heart…
© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Photo: “Motherhood” by Alexander Kuk