They had agreed, in fact it was a pledge. <br />To honour all commandments, also those <br />they still were unaware of. Near the edge <br />was, on her left, (he rested in a pose) <br />of the French mime, his name...was it Marcel? <br />He'd freeze into time's endless absolutes; <br />a casual observer then could never tell <br />if there could be a human, sleeping near those boots. <br /> <br />They'd known, deep down, that fragrance might be bliss, <br />and vowed that, simply, nearness would suffice. <br />Allowed was one low decibel and fleeting kiss, <br />they drifted off, he dreaming of crushed ice, <br />she travelled back to distant, stormy, drooling days, <br />but a confounder also occupied <br />their resting place, in sly and hidden ways, <br />it was a Queen where, truly, King was specified <br />and even breathing took up valuable space. <br /> <br />It was a valiant effort, that much must be said. <br />At half past three she scratched her flushed and sleeping face. <br />A touch of elbow to his still and dreaming head <br />and there was silence as they breathed each other's skin. <br /> <br />She was the first to place her hand upon his chest. <br />There was the thought but now dismissed about a sin. <br />He ventured home and laid his head upon her breast, <br />the world had stopped right then and did suspend the time. <br />Though they kept sleeping against reason and all rhyme.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-plato-pledge/
