chrissteele

BREASTS AMONG FLOWERS

This poem is a paean, or hymn of thanksgiving to both human and natural, sensuality . . .

Breasts among flowers,
Rain shushing on them
Loving them,
Tender, supple, soft, sweet
Making me thank
Breasts giving thanks
To the Renoir song-singing flowers
And the wombful rain
Hear, see, sing, feel:
Utter sense, utter -- rhapsody.

Copyright Christopher Steele Brower