The Robbed Nest: answering back, and further back

The Robbed Nest Idly watching the swing of her breasts:it was the soft flutter of a sparrow, he protestshe’d long suspected she protected there, tracking the pulse in her neck, to seethe soft slow incline each way free. You make me resentful of my body, she sayswith your attentions, inquisitiveness,instead of your freedom to be less ridden by dependencies, but own my waysfree of the distractions of me, the care.