Humming
How I wish I was Earth
-had grass on my chest.
If so, you would sit, rest
-in shadows, on my face.
I could go unconscious
-feeling your musk-smell.
I would tell my gardens
-to show you flowers
-from bud to matured
-in colours, and faded…
Some of them, I know are
-piggy banks of questions.
A rose, once, in breeze
-by petals flapped wings.
She had guests, invited
- butterfly, hummingbird
-watched motions, admired…
"Best movements…"
-said to them, flower:
- "is from women's breasts."
"No, no, no, it can't be…"
-butterfly whispered with
-showing off her soft wings:
"…if so then why do they…"
Between them ran silence
-bird went on with question:
- "They cover their breasts;
-wear bras to hide them…? "
Therefore, I, my Venus, Aphrodite,
-ask you when come to walk
-leave at home that rag and ugly cloth!
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