As Thoughts Float By And See The Way We Are
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Herbert Nehrlich
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The softness has,
for many decades since,
stayed in my mind.
A gentle curve
where pale grows pink
and seems to lose
a hint of depth,
like tiny pearls
surrounding, randomly,
admiring as it rises
to the changing breath
of what my soul desires,
so selfishly.A greed
passed down from Zeus
through clouds of time
and clinging tightly to
the shadow of a fragile tuft,
it swells with pride
and leaves on eager skin
the promise of
your lips,
and shades
of pheromones
from you.
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