Feeding An Angel
by Jill Burns12/20/2007 12:31:53 PM
Milk-white fingertips graze my chin
Sprouted from a cupped hand
Atop a dancing, floating arm
Hinged on a dimpled shoulder
Curving to a tickle-pink neck
Holding the head tucked into my arm’s pillow
Glossing the lips pursed and sucking
The bulged nipple fading into freckles and veins
Crawling softly over breasts that hide
My easy heart
As I do nothing
But watch you feed
A Note About the Author: Jill Burns
Jill Burns, a freelance writer and English teacher, is trying her hand at full-time parenting for the first year of her son's life. She enjoys writing poetry, creative non-fiction, and reviews. She enjoys living in Bellingham because of all the outdoor activities, like sea kayaking and hiking.