Softly embittering bruises on my flesh, <br />Each as unique as a snowflake, <br />As a rattlesnake’s kiss- living underneath the diesel <br />Paths of airplanes, <br />Permitting to the horticulture of this un heavenly <br />Place: <br />With and without daylight and sunlight and moon beams, <br />As the waves rise and breathe softly in crèches and <br />Wreathes in which the mermaids cultivate <br />Like a bosomy obstacle course, but no one believes <br />Of them anyways- which only <br />Increases their worth.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-a-bosomy-obstacle/
