ABSTRACT
The image of a baby sucking at the breast is the prototype of all relationships of love.
(Freud 1940a [1938])
I wrote the poem above in the context of a therapeutic writing workshop, which I attended in the summer of 2011, in an attempt to get to grips with some very powerful feelings that I was experiencing at the time. We were asked to write a poem using all letters of the English alphabet in the right sequence and trying to describe all the senses involved as close as possible. Writing it proved both therapeutic and poignant, as the title came before I knew what the content of the poem would be, yet the breastfeeding experience is I would argue, when it works, one of the closest to the adult feeling of falling in love and both breastfeeding and falling in love can be connected with loss in the anticipation of the inevitable ending of such blissful state.
