People come into our lives. <br />Some smile, <br />some growl <br />and others <br />have no time. <br />But there is the <br />rare occasion when <br />through twist of fate <br />or meeting of minds, <br />two hands reach out. <br />One finding the heart <br />and one relocating <br />in the crotch. <br />And, when they leave again <br />we are left, <br />strangely befuddled <br />with the <br />lingery of <br />memories.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/undies/
