BENEATH THE BREASTS
BENEATH THE BREASTS
What sometimes passes through
me, through the heart and fragile veins...
What sometimes hints within me,
that I will never see or hear
that beauty again...
What hides beneath my breasts,
crouching, fiercely tearing and tormenting me...
What spreads so beautifully within me
and melts, as I dream of a red thread
and gold on one foot...
What stirs up my serious
years so intensely, calling me
to sin, blood, and passion by night...
All this haunts, worries, and surprises me.
If it's love, so be it!
That's why humans were created by God.
Nebojša Dragojević
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