Partly from the old post, "Belles, Boobs, and Vandals."
National Cleavage Day? I'm not sure of the exact day some celebrate the parting of breasts, but I heard about the day in email and then saw Denise at BlogHer publish a post on the day (link). While reading her thoughts, I remembered that in 2006 I had a poem about cleavage and a little essay as well that you may read here, "All About Our Assets". Both poem and essay are based on conversations with actual men, each making a request for his own needs but each having different needs.
Given that it's also National Poetry Month, a celebration that other bloggers are celebrating, such as U at Any Way I Have To with his first original poem "Baby", and writers, such as friend and fellow poet Aberjhani at The Red Room, I decided to dust off my old poem about breasts and take advantage of synergy, National Poetry Month and National Cleavage Day.
So, here's the poem, "Proposition Reviewed," written in 2006. You may follow the link to the commentary, "All About Our Assets," which discusses the power of cleavage, and visit Denise's post as well.
By Nordette Adams
The little line that blows your mind
separates two plump dreams divine,
but from the tongue whose eyes see only jugs,
the taste remains denied.
I am one who chooses to meld with the sublime a man
who would take his reason and wrap my rhyme with
core-pleasing soul songs--wine
and dine my spirit with heart currency.
I demand time.
Boobs/boors crave to shine my fruit with
drops of dreams ecstatic,
but I cannot bare myself to the seed of ignorance
nor let fools plunge their egos between these objects of desire.
Love and wisdom are required.
© Copyright 2006 Nordette Adams
Originally posted, unedited, at the defunct blog Confessions of a Jersey Goddess, January 2006 with comments from both men and women which have been archived here.
The comments were posted at another dead blog, NOLA, C'est Tout Bon, under the title "Belles, Boobs, and Vandals," a play on the movie title Bell, Book & Candle, and linked to this commentary "All About Our Assets." A poem by Sage Sweetwater sparked the commentary, causing me to recall an incident from my marriage.