11 November 2017

Two Breastfeeding Poems


Breastfeeding Poem: One

There is a world at my fingertips, Or I am the world with fingertips, Or she is the world, she grips me with the tips of her fingers.

She is my world, Or I am hers, I touch her with my fingertips, She suckles the round world planet that is my breast, Her fingers curl around her own palm and form a fist.

She is a world grabber, world eater, And I am the world, Yet so is she.

So maybe I am the sun, giving life to her, the planet, the world. No, I am the world, And she is my moon and stars, She orbits around the globe of me.


©Samantha Kolber

Breastfeeding Poem: Two

Your shoulder is a star
Shooting its way into
the gravitational pull of me.

Your mouth, a black hole
sucking what light I make
Into the core of you.

Oh these worlds we are now
you and I
tied together
like a planet and moon.



©Samantha Kolber