For you my LOVE, this flower's heady scent <br />arises from the depths of Aetna Park, <br />the berry, filled with DEW until it's spent <br />likes caves and moist environs of the dark. <br />I'd be the first and only chef de jour <br />to taste the texture with an eager tongue <br />the subtle touch so reminiscent of velour <br />the sound of harpsichords and songs just sung. <br />May Nature bless you with her kindness now <br />pink flesh enriched and swollen with soft pride <br />I do not mind the posture nor the bow <br />recalling Doctor's orders, Open Wide. <br />Lest some consider frankness like incense <br />it burns and masks reality as such, <br />go hike my boy and find your diffidence.... <br />meanwhile, the world will change just through her touch.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-day-my-love-2/
