THE BREASTS OF MNASIDIKA
With care she opened her tunic with one hand
and handed me her warm and soft breasts,
as is offered to the goddess,
a pair of live turtledoves.
'Love them well,' she said;
'I love them so much!
They are darlings, little children ...
I take care of them when I'm alone ...
I play with them; I make them happy ....
I wash them with milk ...
I powder them, with flowers ...
My fine hair that
are expensive to their little tips ...
I caress them shuddering ...
I lay them in wool ...
Since I will never have children,
be their infant, my love; and,
since they are so far from my mouth,
give them kisses from me. '
Nina <3
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