Home » Baby » At My Breast At My Breast Mothering December 13, 2008 No Comments His hair is a velvet phrase A brown nap on his round head, he drinks and is drunk in my arms. My nipple like the nib of the pen writes a poem inside him. His hand rests in my palm; a tiny starfish brought to the shore of my skin. Read more poems About The Author Mothering Founded as a magazine in 1976, Mothering is now the oldest and largest resource for natural family living online. For more from Mothering, check out our Newest Articles and Follow us on Facebook.