YING YANG: MY DIVINE TWINS
My beautiful peaches,
bouncy and round,
Just the right size, to
flaunt all around,
Flawless in their saddle,
busty on the chest,
My precious hooters,
massaging you is my favorite pastime.
One on one with the mirror,
Slowing observing the
exterior,
It’s a warm uniform colour,
With a supple smooth
texture,
A tiny knowing smile plays
on my lips,
As a mild calm begins to
assail my fears.
Gently, I move you to one
side,
Creating space, all folds
to unhide,
Cuddling each softly as the
hand glides,
On either of my buxom
castles,
Scouring for lumps with a
firm massage,
A tumour would cause an
ache,
Each nipple I must squeeze,
Keenly checking for
discharge.
My dear Tia & Tamara,
Such an obstinate holy
terror,
You have enchanted many
into error,
From Ankara to Asmara,
You’re every woman’s tiara,
The essence of femininity,
My regal flora.
A hate farewells,
Some relationships should
last for a lifetime,
I have no plans for
goodbyes,
Be it chemotherapy or
radiotherapy,
A flat chest or a bald
head,
I dread acquaintances with
theatres and wards,
You have my word, my
undying bond,
As is humanly possible,
I will ensure no harm comes
your way.
I will take care of you.
By any means necessary!
©Atieno Obuya – AD 2017
CREDITS:
Atieno Obuya has an unparalleled passion for Health Promotion and Social &
Behaviour Change. Her chosen tool of trade is poetry. She submitted this
article for the "World Cancer Day". She writes regularly and has
promised to continue sharing her work on appropriate forums. Here is one of her
gems. Enjoy!
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