Category Archives: Love

Call Her Mama

Squeezed headlong into this cold room
Confused and losing my balance
Screaming out for my mother’s womb
Crying outside for inside’s absence

This teat tastes like it’s ambrosia
And this warm blanket heats the spot
I’m going to call her Mama
I am liking this place a lot

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/06