Between your <br />breasts <br /> <br />the fly <br />is <br /> <br />perfectly <br />still. <br /> <br />I gaze <br />at it <br /> <br />as a trickle of perspiration <br />crawls slowly towards it <br /> <br />as if it could <br />would engulf it. <br /> <br />The fly however <br />is unmoved by it <br /> <br />held <br />(as it is) <br /> <br />forever in amber <br /> <br />moving only now <br />as your cleavage <br /> <br />is shaken <br />by the earthquake <br /> <br />of your lovely <br />laughter.<br /><br />Doral Deepset<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/earthquake-cleavage/
