Herbert Nehrlich - Pigeonhole

She sent me fourteen hints so far.
While I was out, collecting clues.
She raised the godforsaken bar
and sent me back to well-aged booze.

I kissed her though, umbrella and beyond.
Kept clinging to the structure of her soul.
I drank it in when my loose lover did respond,
there was a leak from deep inside the pigeonhole.

Herbert Nehrlich

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