For You *
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Herbert Nehrlich
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What if we could
find us a grotto or
a stone henge monument
inside a jasmin garden,
of beauty and some Eden ambience.
We could then stretch
out on a picnic rug,
and talk,
and whisper,
allowing flies
and other pests
to listen in
and would we like
the handsome butterflies
sun shining through
translucent wings,
Blue sky would be
a trusted guide
reflecting what we think
but would not say,
air would be heavy now
with honeysuckle bees
and touch would be reserved
for little moments between thoughts,
Keep it my love,
my flesh belongs to you.
And, like a fairytale,
a ritual found in ethnic stores
a train is heard,
and, from afar it brags
of might and crafted things
as little hands hold very tight.
And there are promises
of kisses in the air.
Bu şiiri puanla
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