Some Breast Talk
by Carl Scott Harker
My left breast has recently
Chosen to move and sway
In unexpected ways,
While my right breast stays
Less moving.
It has been 16 years
Come and gone,
Since the decision
To grow my breasts.
They jutted forth as small mounds
That jiggled and changed and grew
Until reaching their current size
To firmly hold in place.
The left is slightly more than C
The right is slightly less.
Is that the difference between
Their movements now?
My lover is a generous one
Who touches, suckles, massages, rubs
Pinches and licks and all the myriad things
That make my stoic, silent self moan
Beyond control,
But these orgasmic strokes are shared
Equally between the pair.
For the first ten years
I wore a bra,
When not in bed and sleeping,
But when I began
To work at home
I tossed my bras
Into the bottom drawer
And have lived 6 years unencumbered.
But if this change is gravity’s effect,
It pulls them both
Towards the ground
At the same acceleration.
By the way, have you named your breasts?
Besides left and right,
I think of them as my
Secret treasures!
But no proper names have I assigned.
I bring up this talk
About my breasts
Because I often wonder,
If natural born women
Gather and discuss
Their breasts as often as I
Think about mine.
A sudden insight comes to me
Is it the way I sleep
More often on my left side than right
That has caused this change?
No matter why, I say,
“Bounce left breast bounce
And right breast keep your firm cool,
“I love you both!”
I hope you enjoyed this poem as much as I did. Please feel free to critique the poem, itself, as the poet appreciates feedback. And, of course, comments on the overall subject matter are welcome, too.
Aleya
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