He presses his hand
on my breast
and increases the pressure
exploring
moving slowing
rotating his finger tips
to that adjacentcy
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
moving 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'

He presses both
slowly upward
till  
"There" he says "I feels I small bumps.

I say  "They 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.