Poem, Milk

Milk

Nestled in the valley

Rolling barley hills to caramel banks

Honeydew streaks if sunlight stroked with the firm swish

Of a brush dripped in divinity

Like skyline highlighters drawing the eye

To the sweet river lolling in its own coolness

A river of milk

Spawned from holy utters

Of cows with dignity

Who moo in French

But live in India

This creamy moonshine comes from other creative sources

Goats, Sheep, Water Buffalo, and Yaks

Horses, Reindeer, Donkeys, even the Camel (yes, the Camel)

All dancing in time, bound by the same

Supreme pearly devotion to nourishing goodness

In their riverside pens

Their happy energies overflowing

A milk river

Fed by tributaries of vivacious mammaries

Of mothers who care

Symbol of that caring connection

Between mother and young

Life itself (& breasts)

Proteins and antibodies and love

A life giving lactation

Did Hera really spill milk from that Greek bust

And give us the milky way?

To swim past the primium mobile and into raw beauty

Not to mention the blissful byproducts:

Ice Cream, Whipped Cream, Cream, and Yogurt

And what’s not better with butter

Each a demi-god worthy of its own clergy

Though let us no forget—the cheese

Elysian clouds assuming physical form

The pleasurable balls, wheels, and wedges

Motif of wealth in luxury

Reoccurring theme in fancy

Floating all into a lactic ocean

Though don’t let this distract

From its origin, the milk

Leche, Lait, milch, Gyuunyuu, “melk”

Life-giving, life pleasing

Most likely the base of distilled ambrosia

We must not let imposters fool us

Acidic coconut water, rice and almond concoctions

And there is no soy milk

For there exist no soy nipple upon any soy titty

It’s soy juice veiling it’s own vileness

Masking itself as the

Luscious, Delicious, Viscous

And don’t tread on that word, viscous

Ringing of slime and science

It’s more than an emulsion of butterfat globules

It’s what gives milk the kick to tingle upon your tongue

Mustache-worthy flavor quality

A worldly bond to inspire

A love for your milk-drinking neighbor

And a taste that has shape and color

That ivory alabaster sensation

To stick

To your palette

To your heart & soul

And on adding chocolate—

I’ve seen, I’ve tasted

Though it is a beautiful medley beyond description