They hummed. <br />And sang, <br />but when they drooled <br />I raised my hand <br />puckered my lips, <br />smoothed out my hair, <br />as if to say <br />I am perpetually <br />immersed in love, <br />with all of you. <br />And then they left, <br />to follow strange pursuits, <br />and harvest more exotic fruits. <br />I drooled just at the memory. <br />And then I died.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-then/
