Take away the layers
Covering your absence,
For I’ll admit to the moon and stars,
That I’ll want thee, from the grave, again.
You blow to me the stars,
As I envelope you, the moon,
And the breast revealed
Is but the darkness away
From the lighter ends of the surface
To that very orb.
The breast revealed,
The breast blossomed,
Like light upon flesh,
Like darkness departed from flesh.
Many kisses
Are here, for you.
Rise, once more
To see me, with all remaining to be seen.
“Blossomed Breast” – Poem
Modern Romanticism 