I don't <br />(normally) <br />do this <br /> <br />you understand <br />but I am <br /> <br />staring at her <br />chest <br /> <br />in particular <br />where her ample breasts <br /> <br />meet in a more than ample <br />cleavage. <br /> <br />Did not this <br />awesome architecture <br /> <br />of female flesh this <br />confluence of mammaries <br /> <br />just go <br />...tweet? <br /> <br />Yes...there <br />it is <br /> <br />for all to see <br />in a daring low-cut top <br /> <br />a robin redbreast <br />in her cleavage <br /> <br />making all who see it <br />...smile. <br /> <br />A tiny broken <br />robin <br /> <br />with an injured wing <br />(poor thing) <br /> <br />nestling between <br />her breasts <br /> <br />(well it is <br />Christmas after all) . <br /> <br />She feeds it <br />every hour <br /> <br />with a tiny <br />dropper <br /> <br />as it nestles <br />snuggily. <br /> <br />'Peep...peep! ' <br />it pipes up <br /> <br />every so <br />often. <br /> <br />Come Christmas <br />she gives it <br /> <br />the gift <br />of its <br /> <br />freedom <br /> <br />nothing but <br />blue skies <br /> <br />all day long <br />it returns <br /> <br />to its <br />human <br /> <br />as if it were <br />a living <br /> <br />Christmas card.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-card-being-an-early-christmas-poem-for-ruthie/
