That bloody dog! <br />He barks and howls <br />on Saturdays, <br />when I need sleep. <br />The night was short <br />and fumes rose <br />from the crumpled bed, <br />then fell back down <br />onto the sheets <br />as morning dew. <br />Or was that you? <br />Wild Turkeys flew <br />through crazy dreams <br />their feathers scratched <br />talons draw blood, <br />around and around they go <br />and off each tree <br />falls gold and silver now, <br />kind angels make all dew <br />while I make love to you.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dew-from-you/
