Daydream
I want milk, warm and fresh
Directly from those breasts
(Which I had as a child)
I want milk in bucket
Unfiltered, not bottled
Seeing it when bubbles
I want milk, kind of sweet
No sugar, without heat
Self-contained everything
I want look in those eyes
Turning back; very kind
“I’m tired, is it finished? ”
How I miss the soft look
Like stories in the books
The novels with dreams
And I miss those breasts
Changed colors her nipples
Before milk, during and after
I want look in those eyes
I want milk, kind of sweet
I want milk in bucket
I want goat
I want cow
I want sheep
I’m tired of machines
When sitting and watching
Pollutions and chimneys
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