The softness has, <br />for many decades since, <br />stayed in my mind. <br />A gentle curve <br />where pale grows pink <br />and seems to lose <br />a hint of depth, <br />like tiny pearls <br />surrounding, randomly, <br />admiring as it rises <br />to the changing breath <br />of what my soul desires, <br />so selfishly.A greed <br />passed down from Zeus <br />through clouds of time <br />and clinging tightly to <br />the shadow of a fragile tuft, <br />it swells with pride <br />and leaves on eager skin <br />the promise of <br />your lips, <br />and shades <br />of pheromones <br />from you.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-thoughts-float-by-and-see-the-way-we-are/
