The Letting Down

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A cry

A babe

The hot tingle
as the rush
of milk lets down
breasts going taut
waiting, equipped
gorged
abundant
milk pushing forward unbidden
no eager mouth yet poised
slick with need
for the taste of skin
almost as much as mother’s milk

And so it is with my love

The unprocessed legitimacy

Each countenance

The hot tingle
as the rush
of emotion lets down
heart unfolding
equipped, waiting
suffused
expanded
love pushing forward unbidden
but for every person’s unconscious yearning
to be seen
and loved
simply for being

Julie Ayers
February 2012

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About Julie Ayers

Seasoned apocaloptimist, keen admirer of well-placed words, fierce mama bear of extra special children, black belt hugger, and advocate for a fashion rebellion which elevates the most human of hearts to socially acceptable outerwear.

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