Yes, my scrumptious one, <br />though I have never, yet <br />laid eyes or hands upon <br />your blushing cheeks, <br />there would be 16 candles, <br />soft music from 8 tiny speakers <br />and I could feed you <br />if you like, by silver spoon <br />those lusty little portions <br />of berries resting within crumbs <br />of smothering cream <br />all freshly whipped, <br />and yes it would <br />be very safe <br />to trust your eyes <br />and other senses <br />when we are close <br />in gourmand fashion <br />and wondering whether, <br />there will be kisses, <br />and caresses <br />and other joys. <br />And later then <br />when night has come <br />and time has dwindled <br />while we were <br />entranced in <br />fragrant extrospection <br />we may be thinking. <br />Perhaps with hope <br />in our happy, timid hearts, <br />that 16 candles <br />have arrived <br />at their lives' ending <br />and will die. <br />In darkness <br />we will find our truth.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-wine-is-fine-what-about-blueberry-pie/
