between you and me

if you've been a mother,
you will know
how there is no you or me,
no giving and receiving,
only an endless flow
called forth
by nipples exploding
and lips sucking,
devouring,
the life force
of two bodies
locked
in a timeless embrace,
lost in trance-filled smiles,
pouring into each other
over and over again,
fed with the pain and joy
of a river flowing
without banks
or shores,
between
you and me.