Without A Mouth To Feed

and for now i am away from that from which such grief these are my longest of my two longest short each brief days. and entering the store and she too whom i offered up, my eyes. and full with child, is she, though not of mine. her hand touched not the key though mine touched hers. and lovely though they are they are so fair and pale and milky white and full. and being nearly though not quite her eyes did say i could, i whispered in her ear but 'said' instead. i know they are and how your back must hurt at times and even though they do right now as i am close enough to smell each dropp you spill, wait until you are at home and have your man do what you need, and have it done, because. he does not know, so can you not explain to him how sore you are and how warm the wash cloth helps you. make it through each lonley night, without a mouth to feed.