Kite Dreams
breasts
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Mountains, story tellers
On their own merit
Pinched by deciduous teeth
And suckled by the softest lip
They stand alone and apart
Connecting the dots
Of an inter-generational-symbiosis
Renaturing the cut-halves
Of the umbilical cord
To a moment that in aloneness
Transcends the beauty
Of a playmaker, transformed to
A fountain of supreme giving.
And in that clench of teeth and tit
You find a levy-less proof
Of love unjustifying condition
How a titanic hull brakes
Over and over, to liquefy
Two larger-than-life icebergs,
Melting from their domes.
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