Every Morning There's the Breast

Every morning there's her breast

and the nipples of ecstasy

 

It is not the spider's fault

that it is mesmerized by the web

Blame nature, blame God

 

Doesn't the alley cat

automatically know how to howl?

 

Don't blame me

if I am addicted to nipples

It was one of God's most

perfect creations

 

The perfect target

extending from the heart