Lonnie Hicks - Lumpy Lumps-Mary and John

He presses his hand
on my breast
and increases the pressure
exploring
moving slowing
rotating his finger tips
to that adjacency
where index finger
takes a turn
on my gentle breast rise
and probes
the gentle probe
which mixes
exigency,
and anxiety.

'Do you feel a lump I said'
'No nothing yet' he says.

He strokes with his finger tip
across the mounting rise
centering on the nipple tip
pressing down
breast deep
centering with
smooth
rollings
and I say
'Do you feel anything'
'Nothing yet'

Beneath both
he presses
slowly up
till
there he says he feels I small bumps
which I say are glands
not growths.

Every week he feels my breasts
to see if lumpy lumps
have appeared.
We both share
this tense time
mixed
with intimacy.

Lonnie Hicks

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