Breasts Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Firm, shapely, level-looking
Great assets of his girl-wife
Making him proud of the assets,
Loosening tied up movable property,
He knows how to knead them gently
And reach the tip to feel the hardness –
Jealous of others’ eyes or touch,
More so, depending on interest
That look or touch evoked in her.

All that when she was in her twenties
Definitely, but descending in thirties
Later, depreciation has set in
Straight-line, or cumulative sagging:
Both lose intensity, but cant sell them:
Yet I wonder what are the other ways
For a man to show sexual interest
In a woman. Foreplay means breasts.
The other area she may perceive
Not as foreplay, but as play itself.

So then till the end, breasts play their role
In bringing man closer to woman.
Truth universally acknowledged not only
By bachelors: and yet, other than the line
“Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast”
Some phrases on color or softness of it,
I cannot recall poetry on breasts.
Shame on you, poets – all impotent?

Dark, but lovely… like two fawns, twins of a gazelle
Rose of Sharon, Lily of the valleys, our bed is green.
Solomon comes leaping down the mountains,
Skipping upon the hills, to see whether vine has budded,
Whether grape blossoms are open, pomegranates in bloom,
Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away.