Mastectomy

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

by Wanda Coleman

Comments (1)

Remarkable and so sadly beautiful. Is there a space left when these are forgotten? Thanks for a good job.