Bosom

To the women I have known,
and know now, and yet to meet,
who know in their bosom
the milk of love,
who know in their loins
The passing of life,
whose emotions change with the tide,
openly crying, then the next
protective and defiant,
who have rolled with the waves
of highs and lows,
who remember taking their first dive,
deep into the twinkling depths
of woman.