Le Sein

Two crosses stuck on breasts that bounce up,

Then down,

Faster,

And so suddenly,

Shiver.

Two crosses stuck on breasts that bounce up,

It’s the sweat that makes them stick,

Like toes in hot weather;

Nasty.

Two crosses stuck on breasts that bounce up,

When mid-day heat seeps through clothes

And our faith becomes exhausted.

Two crosses stuck on breasts that bounce up:

The pores sizzle.

[1] Translates to ‘The Breast’