The Couple

A union suspended in time,
A couple connected.
One round and full,
The other tiny and new.

Essence of purity—
One figure embodies the other
In miniature form,
An innocent reflection of time forever forgotten.

The moment lingers
As the small hands
Clasp long hair and soft flesh
Of the One who provides sweet sustenance.

As she suckles,
Eyes meet Eyes.
She pauses,
And silent words are exchanged.

Impenetrable passion exists
within the couple,
A passion known only
by Mother and Child.

Melissa Shields, 1997