"breastfeeds" poems
I carry Love.
I carry Love.
I carry, a love that resuscitates my ancestors while I breath in laughter.
Where the ball inside my throat hurls fire - makes love to the sun
scares shadows
intimidates death and
offends darkworkers.
A love where God’s water breastfeeds me at the bottom of the ocean - baptising my blood and transforming my saliva into gold.
It knows me, wants me, and always,
finds me.
I carry Love.
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 6:08 PM UTC
My wife left me
With three little kids
Two are toddlers
And one breastfeeds
They sit on the settee
Gazing wonderingly at me
I wonder what they are thinking
What kind of man do they see?
I am a good man
I loved my wife dearly
I tried, I did all I could
Anyone would see that clearly
But I can't stay at home
I must go out to work
And after I'm done
I might take a lady to rock
Because I loved my wife
I lie for her sake
I meet my manly needs
It's a little liberty to take
The society should understand
No one must blame me
That's why I am a man
I must be what I'm made to be
But my wife left me
With three little kids
And since I'm such a man
How do I provide their needs?
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
I want my love back.
I want my ghosts to possess my lungs - resuscitate my ancestors while I breath in laughter.
For the ball inside my throat to hurl fire - to make love to the sun
scare shadows
intimidate death and
offend darkworkers.
A love where God’s water breastfeeds me at the bottom of the ocean - baptising my blood and transforming my saliva into gold.
Love me. Want me. Find me.
Give, it, back.
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 5:17 PM UTC
I want my love back
A love where God’s water breastfeeds me at the bottom of the ocean - baptising my blood.
Transforming my saliva into gold.
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 6:30 PM UTC