skyward genuflections

the scene of nipples in hot springs 

my breasts are heavy in the steam

not just in weight 

but in 

fiber strands,

veins to the wet earth

steamed nipples,

flat matted brown, 

flesh laden spreading

then water stream 

so cold,

he-she splashing
under cold flowing


down to the steam again
up to the cold,
hot steam, cold water,
rising, falling
bathing Venus
half-shell rising


my nipples

cross themselves 

in sudden skyward genuflections