I'd eat the crumbs <br />that you have dropped <br />into the mud outside. <br />I'd have your sneakers <br />as companion on those nights <br />when you are gone, <br />to screw around with relatives, <br />for no good reason, mind you. <br />But, when I really think about <br />what in this life of lives <br />would turn me on, <br />it is the thought of tasting, <br />just a tiny, little bit <br />of Badedas that has <br />for a few minutes <br />played host to you, <br />immersed within. <br />O my sweet Jesus.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/badedas/
