Her swung breasts sway like full-blown yellow roses - D.H. Lawrence

Her swung breasts sway like full-blown yellow roses

Gloire de Dijon

When she rises in the morning
I linger to watch her;
She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window
Glistening white on the shoulder,
While down her sides the mellow
Golden shadows glow as
She stops to the sponge, and her swung breasts
Sway like full-blown yellow
Gloire de Dijon roses.

She drips herself with water, and her shoulders
Glisten as silver, they crumple up
Like wet and falling roses, and I listen
For the sluicing of their rain disheveled petals,
In the window full of sunlight
Concentrates her golden shadow
Fold on fold, until it glows as
Mellow as the glory roses.

~D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
Gloire de Dijon: a kind of rose