'Yes', she uttered. <br />It was 1966, home turf, <br />when standing, tipsy <br />on the muddy banks <br />of our river, <br />by name of Schwalm, <br />when she, with sudden <br />and so unexpected, <br />but very welcome, <br />and hoped for, <br />dreamed about, <br />though feared, <br />initiative, and courage, <br />and all but shunning <br />all that which was, <br />well, after all, <br />a woman's place <br />in modern times. <br />Still needed to <br />be more conservative <br />than any man. <br />By country mile, <br />and more, of course. <br />So, now she had, <br />while we were kissing <br />with eyes tight shut <br />in paradise <br />of overflowing <br />yet immature <br />and innocent <br />demeanour, <br />slipped one sly hand <br />where normally <br />the sun don't shine <br />and no one visits. <br />'JeesusChrist', <br />that's what I mumbled, <br />we stood like that <br />until the time <br />of Bliss was done. <br />I do not think <br />that it will ever <br />return to us <br />yet memories, <br />they surely must <br />cross over . <br />I would not want <br /> to enter Heaven <br />without it, <br />no, the preciousness <br />shall be with me <br />beyond today <br />beyond all worlds.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/500-words-and-one-hand/
