I wake and see your lovely face...... <br />eat lunch and occupy the space...... <br />next to where you would shyly sit..... <br />I'd munch on things and eye a bit...... <br />of flesh which peeks above the silk...... <br />and does remind me of sweet milk. <br />The afternoon goes by at speed....... <br />I grow within myself a need....... <br />then dinner comes and there you are....... <br />and after we peruse the bar. <br />The moon goes back and forth until...... <br />the blades stop at the local mill........ <br />while we play hide and seek beneath...... <br />the covers, clanging tongues and teeth. <br />Inside the mind we are like glue....... <br />and stick together, me to you. <br />So, let me ask you could this riddle....... <br />which has a question in its middle....... <br />not be resolved by one bold move? <br />I'd be the first to fit your groove, <br />so I shall sit here at the station <br />prepared to give a great ovation...... <br />to any thought that will ad hoc, <br />remove that bloody stumbling block.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stumbling-block/
