What I Know
discipled
unto that giving bosom
have I consumed its saccharine
as though an infant
cleaved unto its mother-
that its nourishment I might know
beyond the tender touch of flesh
that does nothing for the soul
have I rested my lips
on such a fertile breast-
that knows nothing of turmoil
beyond its own hunger
lest I stand rejected
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