There is a slight and ever so belated flutter <br />you wake, all-startled, pupils large as silver moons, <br />I know you're not a morning girl and yet you dare and utter <br />'turn on the telly, darling, let them watch cartoons.' <br /> <br />I have been sitting here, invading if you will, <br />your space, your privacy, I know you do not mind. <br />I watched you breathe my darling, glad you are not ill <br />it is a pleasure to observe your cute behind <br />as it goes up and down slow motion, so it must <br />you turn a dozen times throughout this valued night <br />I sit on vinyl and just watch you, full of lust <br />you are a presence, sweetheart, and a special sight. <br /> <br />I've made you breakfast back at home and here it is, <br />all clad in foil, kept warm and what you'd eat with me. <br />There is more stuff inside the esky, yes, it's his <br />we all were worried about you, and the worst was me. <br /> <br />May I take home you, little darling, I shall be <br />the perfect carer and your soulmate as before, <br />you, being carbon, have four arms to smother me <br />and I will always (as you gathered) ask for more.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-four-armed-carbon/
