Probe Poem by Karina Bush

Probe



A flow - male-milk
For me
He is emptied of it all
I am new

He showed before I
Contracted
Risen in spirit
I am alone

Then I probe
Him - nothing
I must follow
I must delve

Then I probe
Slot onto the cord
Settle there
Engorge

Monday, August 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,relationships,unrequited love
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