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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Slab
Viewed, oh my God,
the Gift-O-The-Gab
yellow-faced, odd
on a cold marble slab.
Face and sweet lips
cyanide blue.
Childbearing hips
praying for you.
Wish I'd been there,
holding on tight
show me just where
you've lost this fight.
Was it a pill
one for the fun
now you are still,
pardon the pun.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2438.
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Sleep My Lovely
I watch you, as you sleep,
the glow, a rosy hue
of Roman cheeks,
a tiny trickle, as if glued
onto the crease of lips
so red and so inviting,
your hands asleep
in what they call the warmest spot
of living humans,
I wish I could,
and surely would.
I am your guard tonight,
just sitting here,
prepared to be the death
of horny demons,
should they forget their place
and wander in.
I have now put the final cork away,
and opened up the kitchen clock
to rip the living battery
and put an end to it,
the pulse of time.
I shall be happy just to sit
here, by your side,
and dream about the warmth
of you, in all those feather downs.
For Angie
Herbert Nehrlich
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2439.
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Sleep Well With Me
I lie behind you in our night,
close, as your bum fits neatly
and so very sweetly, to me,
my hands had been requested
by OUR pair of lovely Twins,
again, there is a match
perhaps twas made up high
I told you that too much
especially of living things,
gets in the way, disturbs
through its societal demands,
a herd of cows with tangled tails
will shake foundations of a church!
You wait, it is your little tease,
before you reach and touch my face,
the tips of silken fingers stroke
with feather touch the templebone,
and rest within the dip that joins
in a Teutonic swoop, the jaw.
I lean into your hand and press,
you answer with a subtle move,
one finger leading while the other trails,
I feel you now against my loins,
no vacant space remains between,
I hunger for your tiny little sounds,
part breath and yet a melody for sleep.
We change, a subtle change
and you now offer me your lips
a lazy kiss, there would be many more
hence tis may be the night's routine.
But there is a delay, you stretch,
your sternocleidomastoid, it is mine,
you love the name and have it memorised,
it lends its softness and the curve
and frames your neck, as it does now.
Your tongue, all moist and timid flesh
slides silently between your lips
to see if mine are cared for well,
I part and feel its stamina, its heat
and its exuberance dart into corners now
as if to check the inventory of the day.
The plan had been to go to Heia* soon,
the morning would be cold and painted gray,
tonight however, Eros played a melancholy tune,
and soon the tide did carry both of us away.
Note: HEIA is a term used in the German speaking countries.
It means bed or bedtime.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2440.
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Sleepwalk
As if a man of mettle
had kissed the Mother Earth
and that each velvet petal
remembered still its birth.
I walk through silent meadows,
accompanied by stars,
a breeze fills in the shadows,
presents a star to Mars.
My heart feels like a feather,
weighed down with utter joy,
I sit in purple heather
in darkness, as a boy.
My soul has seen the mountains,
it rises in my chest
and flies back to the fountain
outside God's church to rest.
Herbert Nehrlich
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