Her hands begin to flutter and circle about her head like tiny butterflies,
She is as a geisha doing a sensuous finger fan dance
She is sign rapping a song of love
She is the conductor of an orchestra, holding the note high
and the musicians in silent rapture.
Eyes half closed in ecstasy
As her mouth suckles in celebration of this her only meal.
She caresses her ears and her face,
Grasping, sighing, searching to settle and grabbing again,
Her tiny bowed lips taking deep deep drinks.
She makes quietly divine cooing noises and shudders with relief.
Her celebration unfolds, once again the telling of
the unity with my breast and her being, happy to coexist here and now.
Fed and full and Fiona.