“An Ode to my Breasts
Staring at my reflection in the ocean
I undress and sing
Songs of admiration
For my tear drop breasts
Which perfectly fit into my palms
Tender and relaxed
Squeezed every now and then.
Reminding me
of beauty and sensuality
I sing, staring at them for long,
memorizing the contours
of chocolate brown teats
on my warm skin
I praise them morning and night
and adorn them with regard;
laces, colours, scents and flowers.
My only organ of worship
My breasts
Coach me to swim
In the ocean of self-love
Against the tide of self-hate.”
