Ripe and full,
they give
sustenance
and pleasure
to babes
and men
who seek
to grope
and suckle,
as if that is
all there is
to the one
who suffers long
and has a heart
strong and sure
hidden beneath
the soft fleshy mounds,
who gives
and sacrifices
for the sake of those
she loves.
And in the end,
when the flesh
is depleted, they
sag toward the earth,
no longer revered,
but forgotten
as they sink
toward the dust
from where they came.
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Comments: 12
:) Peace...
Just having fun, Cheryl. I fully appreciate the sad ode to the breasts.