Body
Published on December 1st, 2016 | by Samantha Barrow
0RUBY BOOBIE–Poems by Samantha Barrow
3:47 AM
I’m up with cold raviolis
& strawberries in the toddler bed
while my son sleeps snuffling on the couch
in the living room
fantasizing
about the word “no”
he whines aloud
in a dream
then softens and deepens his
breath
sweeter than cake
I imagine him tasting
a world
that stops
when he wants
RUBY BOOBIE
She leans into my breast
like a teenage boy
kissing with too much tongue
mouth open & sloppy wide
moving her lips side to side with her whole neck
I feel like the most luscious pillow
wet and
fathomless
with promise
of eternal rest