Herbert Nehrlich 2 - I

I ask you, friend of many years,
have you, at times or even once
been with emotions in arrears
and concentrated on the puns?

I know you introverted lot,
there is no telling what you think,
stone-faced you say you'd rather not
be Maitre D. And then you wink.

I tell you, lazy bones, I must
no greater love can be conceived
a baby wrapped in pink-laced lust
a masterpiece Ulysses weaved.

I taunt, I touch, I taste, I tame,
she poses, holds, inserts her thumb,
the question if I ever came
would there be joy, would I be numb?

I sleep now, as perhaps in dreams
our hands will join entangled limbs
and catch the essence of sweet creams
and sing along with ancient hymns.

I wake again, tomorrow morn,
wet from the memory of you,
I hope no crazy woman's scorn
will slip some Hemlock in my brew.

Herbert Nehrlich 2

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