Once out of the womb,

we never recover.

Alone, in a dangerous world.

We continue to yearn

for a return to the breast.

There’s never enough nipple in the mouth.

In a quest for the love of mother,

a smiling face between two bosoms,

the lifesavers that prevent men

from drowning in loneliness.

Even Freud,

chomping on cancer-giving cigars,

advised all wives to be a husband’s mother.