The milk swooned over the spoon and
swirled itself into the coffee cup.
Her lips took a sip and
found it still too hot.
Leaving her coffee to cool
she undid the top two buttons of her blouse.
The tiny hand
held the breast in place
as if to keep it from escaping.
The nipple blindly tried to find
the place in the baby's face
where it could come to rest.
Baby's mouth
suddenly collided with
the searching nipple.
'Bliss! ' it breathed.
'Bliss! ' breathed the breast.
The room smiles
as it swells to the
curious sound of sucking/
'Undid her dress there and then and when...
she had finished exposing herself
she shoves the baby onto the tit! '
He stops and spits.
'I was fit to breast...bURST! '
The Freudian slip
peeps out from behind
the words spilling out of his mouth.
His disgust spews
(splits at the seams)
bursts out into sheer
anger.
'Fuckin' whore! '
All this is hissed
in a whisper
loud enough to seep into
her consciousness.
Her breast weeps milk
into the now sleeping baby's mouth.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-milk-of-human-kindness/
