The Pleasure of Breath

 

What is more pleasing than taking a breath,

Even the last one as we slid to our rest

 

The in and the out and the softness we feel

I think that each breath gives a soothing appeal

  

We honor the sky and wind through the trees

The beauty of clouds is a breath, yes indeed

 

I’m sure it’s the earth just taking a sigh

Just think of that when the wind whistles by

 

And when the whiff of pot roast spells hunger

Where would we be without breath I ponder? 

 

So, take a deep breath you ladies and gents

And consider just all that your breath represents.

Nipples

                  

 

Why the thoughts of woman’s nipples

 

Keep drawing men like bees to honey

 

Leaving thoughts helpless and crippled

 

Turning snowy days to summer

 

Mammals have them, everyone

 

Used for every sort of litters

 

Then why is it each mother’s son

 

Find their racing hearts a twitter?

 

Honest questions make you think

 

Pinks and reds, all viewed in color

 

Brings back times without a blink

 

Calming times embraced by udders 

 

No matter what, I pause to think

 

Through all these years my heart still flutters.

 

 

 

 

Woman at the Door

A large and stately woman approached the door alone.

She said no words to me, but chatted on her phone.

I stood up from my table and grasped the handle of the door

“Let me,” I said, but she stood fast, continued to ignore.

“I’ve opened many doors,” she growled, “every where I went,

And have no need of foolish men with chauvinist intent.”

“It’s just politeness,” I intoned, “I beg your pardon then.”

“Just step aside you stupid cur, oh how I hate you men.”

I stepped aside as she went through, but dropped her phone, alas.

I bothered not to stop the door that slapped her on the ass.