Need

You crawl into my lap

tugging my shirt on the side 

of your favorite breast.

.

Neediness…

.

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

 

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