I know it is your birthday, George <br />and you have plans all day, <br />I only need your answer now <br />today, my friend, today. <br />Have you once felt the titillation <br />of foreign skin, of luscious lips <br />of breasts with unbeknownst dimensions, <br />and of no fragrance drifting in? <br />Does one not need the laws of physics, <br />the tangible of real worlds, <br />to have one's senses in alertness <br />or are there laws that govern dreams? <br />And you, the wise one, must reveal <br />what secrets do exist for me. <br />Are we the victims of the spirits <br />that play their lusty games with us? <br />Is it the greening of the valley, <br />the comfort of the river's mumble, <br />or clouds which can descend upon <br />our comfort zones and dump their load <br />or has our soul just sensed its mate <br />through atmospheres that are unknown? <br />I know I cannot now prevail, <br />must let you go on distant journeys <br />but tell me George, can it be real <br />to feel a touch that can't be there?<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-me-george/
