Remember when we met, <br />we were a bit perplexed. <br />We searched the bay <br />and all its parks, some green <br />and others occupied <br />by Sunday crowds and dogs, <br />until we chose a spot <br />out of the sun, beneath a Eucalypt <br />where conversation would be free <br />and flow from mouth to ear. <br /> <br />I sensed a huge connect, <br />dismissed it though at once, <br />smalltalk was what we had <br />and liverwurst on rye. <br /> <br />You did not fancy the Dijon, <br />raised on pure butter <br />kept the spices low, <br />soon we would go <br />to join the crowds <br />so we could be <br />a bit more free - <br />you looked at me. <br /> <br />I caught your scent, <br />eyes focused now <br />and fingers got to touch, <br />your laugh contagious and <br />there was a need <br />to spend the time <br />we both were sure. <br /> <br />The afternoon could be <br />(if one were mean) <br />called awkward in a way, <br />was it the crowds, the sun <br />or just the newness <br />of a petal born to grow? <br /> <br />Remember, sure you do, <br />the time when dusk arrived, <br />when we just rested in that place, <br />and fully clothed talked silly stuff <br />until the Camelot in spirit intervened. <br /> <br />We spent those hours, <br />oh so precious <br />in the nude. <br />A million minutes <br />just a maiden and her dude, <br />we touched each molecule <br />caressed a willing skin <br />and kissed like teens <br />with sacred juices on our chin. <br /> <br />If that beginning in that summer did not tell <br />I do not know, I like your presence <br />and your hands, <br />I love the way you look at me <br />and how you smell, <br />inside my mind there is a man who understands.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-smile-my-love/
