FREE VERSE POETRY

Your Bosom

Love’s Most Sacred Geography

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Your bosom —
my ultimate pilgrimage,
my most sacred rebellion.
Here, between the gentle contours of your chest,
my eyes find their sanctuary,
a cathedral of flesh and warmth.
Upon the altars of your nipples,
I consecrate my reason;
around the orbit of your waist,
I surrender to my madness.

Beloved,
to dwell within the cradle of your bosom
is not a frivolous escapade.
It transcends the fleeting allure
of coffee shops,
where transient pleasures are sipped and forgotten.
Here, in the haven between your breasts,
I find my life’s most compelling narrative —
absent of sin,
devoid of flaws.

Oh, my dearest muse,
your breasts are celestial orbs,
ripe with the mysteries of the cosmos.
Your nipples —
tiny constellations,
each a point of light in my night sky.
To reside here
is neither a profanity
nor a transgression demanding…