I'm Not Ready To Be Done

I sit here and feed you
slowly rocking
and time stands still.
Time is irrelevant.
Only you are relevant.
Your warm squishy body
rosy cheeks pulsing with each swallow
twinkle eyes staring blinkless
deep into mine
like you've always known me
and don't want to miss a moment.
Neither do I.
Please stay here like this,
my baby,
forever.


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