What A Woman

It was Marlene, no doubt in that sweet dream. I had been felled by gout (too much sweet cream) . She was my aunt of sorts straight from Berlin my medical cohorts envied my sin. I rested in the grass ears were carressed by fragrant milky mass, her lovely breasts. She had the kindest hands and smelled of age four-seven-eleven stands on that old stage. She sang of human things and broke my heart but both our souls have wings so we depart. And in another life we shall just kiss will she then be my wife for star-struck bliss?