Mother's MIlk (symbiosis)

Our first addiction is to mother's milk,
a flow that, every mother knows, must cease.
And never is a weaning smooth as silk--
and ever does the child fear his release.

As you are being weaned from perfect meals,
consuming as you are, yourself, consumed,
you learn, to some degree, how dying feels
and realize that paradise is doomed.

Our mother lost, we need to love again
and often search, in vain, for a reflection
of mother's love. We choose a mate and then
we imitate the ultimate connection--

the "I-am-you-are-me-is-she-is-we";
I am the milk, the mother's milk is me.