Herbert Nehrlich Poems

To those of you who like to watch
at night through open drapes,
when happily two lovers touch:
Do you like sour grapes?
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I like that, as it comes from you,
the thought alone - it warms my skin.
I'll be the one who manages to drool
just at the memory of you, so, are we kin?
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They found the body at the quarry's gate.
The watchman had not seen what would have raised
his ex-policeman's trained and sordid brain.
He'd watched TV and some old Angus cattle
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I watch you, as you sleep,
the glow, a rosy hue
of Roman cheeks,
a tiny trickle, as if glued
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She stands, defiantly it seems,
her pelvic bones in true lordosis,
accentuating chiselled pectorals
fine rays of sunshine cling
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And the moon hesitated,
on the way home, at shift's end,
to look at heavy clouds of desert dust
which seemed to travel at
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I had to close the book of mankind's history,
it told of many wars, of bloodshed and of torture,
describing in disturbing but extensive detail,
how one can split a skull and full-grown man in half,
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The barely felt
but loving touch
of countless fingers.
A silent breeze
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I sleep and dream about the superficial
and personal, thus pleasing drivel
as you must know, one cannot pay attention
and be worried so unduly and with care
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Clear lines are in existence,
the gray ones drawn by Lucifer
wheras God's lines are black and white.
Too many venture near and then
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