She is a metamorphoses
Constant feeder
Selfless feast
Hands on chin
White knuckle sheets
She has your eyes
She has my cheeks

A grinning charge to the precipice
Mother’s daughter
Queen’s princess
Milk and blood
Metamorphoses
Through gritted teeth
With bayonet

Of you I can’t speak lightly
Blood runs so heavy
You and I in baby
Milk and blood
Milk and blood
Lilith and gaia
In every drip a flood
Milk and blood
Milk and blood

Every day your features form
You came pristine and unadorned
Piled in sheets to keep you warm
Shaking a leaf unfurled

A chrysalis
A pale yolk
Unfolding like an artichoke
Another knot
An endless rope
Climb backwards through all history
Napoleon proud upon his horse
Would search the world for such a force
As a woman finds upon the cusp
Of life and death that fateful dusk
And from the depths
Plucks the next
To bare her metamorphoses
In every drip a flood
Milk and blood

Of you I can’t think lightly
Blood runs so heavy
You and I in baby
Milk and blood
Milk and blood
Lilith and gaia
In every drip a flood
Milk and blood
Milk and blood

Such alchemy
Machinery
Wizardry
That from her breast a woman cleaves
Milk and blood