My Beloved Brassier
I am sorry, but I want to be yours bra
but the best, subtlest and precious one,
the couple of cups of which have been covered inwardly by tender silk and warm wool
and outwardly -with gold, silver, diamonds, rubies
and other dearest and healthy for body stones.
and this underwear designed, sewn and made with the uncanny art,
that even the heads of nipples
these "two beaks of quail"
will find a fine room for own picky, choosy and supersensitive ends
Yes, I want to be yours brassier, which fit completely
to shape, size and volumes of two bowls
where will prepared later the mother's milk
and now filled up with the best wine and elixir for me.
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art