Sweet Whole Milk

  There is not just one thing
It just never appears dull here
Even the cat seems to glow
From drinking all their milk
With great vitality. 

The valley beyond
Falls especially so,
Low enough, but then
Having to catch a breath
Then coming back up
For more milk.

Climbing the mountain
It’s part of what I came here for
There he is before me,
Liquid, delicate, warming
Yet we are so complete
Our time of existence will not cease
We will not be remnants of what was to be.

Only a trace of him
With the crust left on it
And on the rim,
He sticks to the ribcage,
Under my skin,
Consuming.

How much more can I drink
From him; he fills me
He’s neither half nor skim
But sweet whole milk.

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