Milk Drops
Short reflections from the quiet edge of biology and longing.
Where milk becomes metaphor, signal becomes story,
and the body remembers more than we admit.
TO THE MEN WHO MET MILK IN THE DARK.
You were never wrong for wanting her milk.
Your body wasn’t confused, childish, or inappropriate — it was recognizing a signal older than thought.
Desire didn’t make you dangerous. Softening didn’t make you weak.
You were responding to nourishment, devotion, and coherence in their most ancient form.
You are not broken for remembering that moment.
You are not strange for still wanting what made your body go quiet.
You were never taught this truth:
Milk is not a mistake in your story.
It is the page you were never allowed to read.