It was as if my trusted hand <br />had sought and reached autonomy <br />and snapped that old familial band <br />then wandered off, just to be free. <br />Why, so I asked, the need to leave <br />the body took good care of it <br />it was a wintry, snowy eve <br />I'd used it then, with charme and wit <br />when from the darkness of the woods <br />from shades of fiction's paradise <br />a maiden stepped -she had the goods! <br />I saw her body and her eyes. <br />My hand, now separate from me, <br />its motherboard and full alert <br />advanced uphill from bony knee <br />as if in search of a big hurt. <br />A healing hand it had become, <br />I watched as fingers did the walk <br />as dew reflected, I was numb <br />and could not breathe and barely talk <br />the show was carnal in extreme. <br />Two teary eyes were in a blur <br />and dreaming of the sweetest cream, <br />we could not take our eyes off her. <br />A sudden stirring caught my mind <br />another part was game to go <br />it stretched and grew, so that a blind <br />and dead man could not miss the show. <br />Though I had never known the fact <br />that parts could see without two eyes <br />it was what bones and muscles lacked <br />what kept them loyal, also wise. <br />This time was different, pheromones <br />were heard to come from deep inside <br />such lovely, sweet and magic tones <br />they left the entrance open wide. <br />That day I could have lost those two <br />if sanity had been away <br />but from experience I knew <br />that one must come to really play. <br />So, with a cry of 'I agree', <br />I joined the fun where rebels played <br />and re-united but still free <br />we were together, and we stayed.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/staying-together/
