Brahms’ Lullaby
soft cry in the darkness
silence
then again
louder
more insistent
small warm body
squirming
quiets to my touch
yet restless
waiting to be held
close...
tiny quivering lips
searching
grasping, strong...
release--ah!
warm, sweet milk flows out
from me
until...
groans of satiety
and sudden burst of swallowed air
coming back up
a sigh of contentment
and once again
...sleep
--12/27/76