After reading this poem the first time, I was not sure how I felt. The idea of comparing a kiss from a man to that of breast feeding her child was almost appalling. But after reading it over one more time, I saw the passion that existed in the metaphor. There is not only passion for the man's kiss, and the memory of that, but there also seems to be a passion for the act of giving life and sustaining it.
The poem is set up that she introduces the man, and the moment of the kiss right away, and does not even refer to that kiss until the very end. There seems to be this very memorable factor to it. However, what makes it more interesting is the innocents that she conncets to it. There is something so pure about the act of feeding an infant, and to compare that emotion to a kiss is extremely powerfull. I especially like the part "the wild flailing and crying until she fastened herself to me and made the seal tight between us, and sucked, drawing the liquid down and out of my body; no, this was the crowning moment, this giving of herself, knowing she could show me how helpless she was—that’s what I saw" In this part, i can just see the man she kissed being upset at first, not sure if he was going to get that kiss, but once they locked their lips its the climax of their relationship. She is able to truly see into him, and feel his helplessness and vulnerability.
I also really like the image of a chain linked fence. It almost make me think that she is linking these two emotions together, weaving them and making them feel as though they are once.
Overall, the poem really does not have any rhyme scheme to it. It is very free flowing, and i think that's the part i like the best about its form.
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