Marys Lamb
　　 by Wanda Coleman
　　 the fall of velvet plum points and umber aureolae remember living

　　 forget cool evening air kisses the rush of

　　 liberation freed from the brassiere

　　 forget the cupping of his hands the pleasure

　　 his eyes looking down/anticipating

　　 forget his mouth. his tongue at the nipples

　　 his intense hungry nursing

　　 forget sensations which begin either on the right or the left.

　　 go thru the body linger between thighs

　　 forget the space once grasped during his ecstasy

　　 sweet sweet mama you taste so