A stunning picture, I first thought, a great collage <br />the word that fit just would not come, I was in awe, <br />a sculptured portrait, in a marble-kissed montage <br />so still and peaceful, and so carnal in the raw. <br /> <br />Stark naked, legs of cream and kept apart <br />by just a tuft of auburn hair, all curled and coarse, <br />she was the image of a royal piece of art, <br />and as I stood I felt my voicebox going hoarse. <br /> <br />One hand lay, casually, across her breast <br />a wave appeared to point but maybe not, <br />I had been the invited special guest <br />the room was crowded and the summernight was hot. <br /> <br /> ******************* <br /> <br />You were the woman of a schoolboy's secret dreams, <br />ten years my senior and your interest lay with me. <br />Life is not always what's expected, so it seems, <br />I gripped within my hand your precious silver key. <br /> <br />I never will, and if I live a hundred years, <br />decipher what my budding brain misunderstood, <br />yes there were demons and the usual childhood fears <br />here was a chance to get immersed, the chance was good. <br /> <br />I heard your breathing metamorph into a snore, <br />on silent feet I turned my life around and ran, <br />It was the first time I declined an open door, <br />I was a schoolboy then and not quite yet a man.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-schoolboy-remembers/
