Dangling Calabash

Two calabashes of milk loaded ready for pleasure dangling as ripe paw paws swollen as tortured frog are within immediate reach I ask for a pint to remove thirst but she tells me in the face “You have hard brown teeth your stomach is for bones this milk is for the toothless and those with tube stomach go ask my father and mother get permission from God as from me, no access calabash is for the elect.”