I have a new affection
for your soft and supple hold,
your colored, textured fold,
your comfort from the cold
I sit these days for hours
watching bees alight the flowers,
imagining superhero powers,
how much time 'til breast milk sours?
I am back again indeed
for this boy again must feed
and your back support I need
oh dear beloved couch
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