In North East Valley
Your milk splashed up into my face
Tasting warm, moist, slightly insipid
Not sweet like the milk of a coconut
But of the same tangy texture
It was your farewell gift to me
A koha that stayed all day on my tongue
Later, on the north-bound train, I thought of you
And couldn’t help but laugh to myself
The way you held your beautiful brown breast
Squirting at me like a child’s water pistol
Now I’m a thousand miles away from you
Our lives are probably back to normal
But today the Auckland rain splashed on my face
It looked milky-white and reminded me of you
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