Poem - Brassiere by Stephen W. Cote

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Stephen W. Cote

Short Stories

- Fairy Bunking Chapter 4: Napalm Martini Binge
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 1: Bunking the Dragon
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 2: Tea on a Leaf
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 3: All Out
- The Predator of the Meadow
- Empire
- The Alchemy of The Aurora Chateau Deo Belle Etoile
- The Autumn Engagement
- The Autumn Engagement

Poems

- Salem
- Transposition
- Embryo (parts 0 - 14)
- Aquamarine
- Natural Angels
- Superstition
- Winter (parts 1 - 15)
- Out Goes the Light
- Firework
- A Dilemma
- Brassiere
- Fireman
- Caveman
- Falling Leaves
- Desperate Times
- Beautiful Faces
- Escape To Morning
- Howling
- Applejack
- A Cafe Rose
- The Evils That Men Do
- Ray In The Sun
- Beautiful Faces
- Reversal
- The Wolvenblauer

Brassiere

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by Stephen W. Cote

A simple word confounds my world
with a Golberg clasp, and eighty-four steps,
to unsnap the strap. Terribly ravenous, my need,
addictive opiate mammary; my eyes never leave
the orbicular prize lurking just inside.
Spilling over demi-pedestals, the silky honeycomb
devolves my mind to barbaric baby cries
that sigh "nurture me, something supple and silky, please."
Alas the clasp escapes my neanderthal grasp,
and I, near collapse, for want of a silky sweet,
burrow into the loving embrace that
a push-up creates; to console myself
with barely a suckle of bliss, obscured sculptures to kiss,
because brassieres perplex me so.

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