Milk Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

Milk



He slides
Under the
Covers...
and
Suckles me.

Every night
He transforms
From a man
To a baby.

My Bosom
In his mouth
Oozes out -
The milk of
Love…
Flowing in me.

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