because
they radiate warmth from within
and
are soft but pleasantly firm,
breasts
make the best pillows,
a
point agreed upon by most fellows
and
also many fine women
whose
necks cannot crane down
upon
their own
and
so must seek the breast of mother
friend
or lover for their rest.
because
they are hypo-allergenic
a
source of nourishment and comfort,
breasts
make the best pillows,
you
can’t get feathers up your nose
they
need no fluffing but stay fluffed
in
just the proper way as you lay
cheek
to primal memory
with
the mammary
cradling
you in a
wonderland
of safe
and
joyous reverie.
because
they rise and fall
with
every breath
breasts
make the best pillows,
sculpted
crests of gentle waves
rolling
across a mermaid’s chest,
beckoning
wayward sailors home
through
treacherous currents
and
brackish foam to the sweet
familiar
susurration
of a lover’s heartbeat
deep beneath the skin.
(Published in Chrysanthemum (Spring 2005), and in Pontoon #9 (2006). © 2005 Michael Schein, all rights reserved.)
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