Old Lovers

What do you say to your past?
Hi…seems so lacking
A hug
For a moment
His heartbeat feels like home
Then you remember
Hasn’t been home for a very long time
Bodies remember
Souls look back
In a blink of an eye
Fleeting moment
Smiling
“We really should have dinner sometime”
Said without a thought
Smiling again
“Yes call me”
Knowing that it will never happen
You can’t go home again
Realizing…
You don’t want to
Finally
Hi…is enough

Breasts

Breasts full and heavy
Breasts of an Earth Mother
Not unmoving mounds of plastic
They were made to be felt
Licked
Sucked
Even on occasion bitten
Love to have a man against them
Feeling his hair on my flesh
Tongue laving tender nipples
Tight peaks
Lips bringing pleasure
Nipples the color of the shell I carry
It’s the color of both my nipples and my lips
Normally it rests on my altar
For some reason
I have been carrying it with me
…
…
Why?