Relaxed under the midday summer sun
face down
on my wound
I feel the lack of my soft breast
which you cherished but almost killed me
I miss it
as I miss you
It betrayed me
just as you betrayed me
I try to defend myself against it
as I defend myself against your abandonment
I nourished with it life
Through this I felt the unique giving of the motherhood's fulfillment
The magic offer in life through nursing
the flowing emotion with no wrapping ...
Through it I offered continuity to nature
I gave and I received great pleasure
And now I am parted from it!
Sometimes I feel it to be still there
but now only as a threat
I fumble there terrified and the illusion disappears
How was I waiting for it to blossom as a little girl!
The confirmation of my femininity
The source of admiration in my first erotic thrills
What a self-confidence!
I was touching it and it was reacting sensually
I was caressing it feeling secure.
I was taking care of it
I was protecting it to maintain
its erotic thelxion and beauty.
At first you did not dare to touch it
as if it were sacrosanct forbidden.
You were looking at it stunned.
But in the end you were coming exhausted
there to be comforted
"Ah, your breasts are something" you were just telling me
You were resting your head on them with worship
so gently as if you would break them
and you were pleading me
"Please, let me be here a little longer!"
Relaxed under the summer midday sun
face down
I am feeling ...
My breast is my first piece which were buried
I was lucky!
Mother Earth didn't welcome me as a whole, I fooled her for a while longer .
I am ALIVE!
But really
I mourned for what I missed
As I for you too
I am not ashamed even though I changed
I am proud!
I just would like now me to rest on your chest
You see
my complaint is no longer my breast which I buried.
My complaint is you
who I didn't achieve yet to bury in my past
You don't worth it.