Mammary Tunes

Under heavy haze I cast an ear… 
Was that a distant hymn? 

To view, to peer ahead, 
I span thro’ sharpened eyes, 
Connecting brain. Surprise 
Awards emotion to the show – 
A fine refrain. 

I think I know the source: 
Without recourse my keen and 
Eager shoes propel my whole. 

And she regales me as I close – 
The drifting notes propose I place 
An ear to verge upon the emanation. 
Choice of left or right 
Invites and overwhelms; 
A brief respite, and then 
I poise an aural organ, 
Seeking out the balance 
In the tone from rhythmic flesh. 

O Holy Grail, the sweet spot! 

Honed in stereophony and 
Mastered out of euphony: 
Her music – 
Diaphragms of luscious areolae 
Give the tune 

Atop a vibrant bass – 
Quivers in the 
Belly of her breast. 
And presently 
I fall beneath a spell of heady music 
As her reproductive cushions do the rest.