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