I sat up straight. <br />'Twas in the night. <br />Though not afraid, <br />my chest was tight. <br /> <br />I'd felt a gentle, loving touch <br />upon my ribs, by knowing hands. <br />And it had startled me so much, <br />my heart, whipped by adrenal glands, <br />first skipped, then jumped, then settled back, <br />as it had recognised those fingers: <br />Well manicured, and with a knack <br />to touch just briefly, make it linger. <br />Imprint then in your DNA <br />their carnal message for my soul. <br />And, once received the print will stay, <br />await a future when its role <br />as maître d' of all caresses, <br />may be required to instill <br />sheer confidence when under dresses. <br />Those digits cause a certain thrill. <br /> <br />It took me minutes to receive <br />all of this message, half awake. <br />This loving touch was no reprieve, <br />but, if not real was it fake? <br />And then the shutters of my eyes <br />snapped up, so I obtained good vision. <br />Just emptiness in bold disguise <br />was present, so, for a decision <br />of what had happened in my sleep, <br />when loving hands had wandered over, <br />perhaps with promises to keep? <br />I think that in my search for clover <br />the quatre feuille, four lucky petals, <br />its secret could then be revealed. <br />So when this puzzle finally settles, <br />that day, when both my lips are sealed- <br />as sadness wraps around my chest. <br /> <br />She left so many moons ago. <br />As for tonight, she was a guest, <br />just in my dream. <br />I miss her so.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/visitor/
