It was so very black, <br />and curly, rather cute, <br />I wondered what <br />if anything remarkable <br />worth noting it could be. <br /> <br />I had, in a small fit of splurging, <br />acquired pillow covers, <br />and sheets of snow white, <br />somewhat semi-gloss <br />and devinely textured <br />damast-o-silk-o-satin. <br /> <br />' The only way to fly', <br />the salesclerk had insisted, <br />something akin to flying <br />had been the order of <br />the night and every night <br />since she moved in. <br /> <br />So, there it lay, as snug <br />and happy as a lover <br />who had just woken <br />from a dream of cotton candy. <br /> <br />And having duly noted <br />and understood its right <br />to rest its sleepy curls <br />upon my pillow, by my side, <br />I briefly wondered if she would <br />prefer Gilette or Wilkinson.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awakening-2/
