Treasure Island

Herbert Nehrlich

(04 October 1943 / Germany)

500 Words And One Hand


'Yes', she uttered.
It was 1966, home turf,
when standing, tipsy
on the muddy banks
of our river,
by name of Schwalm,
when she, with sudden
and so unexpected,
but very welcome,
and hoped for,
dreamed about,
though feared,
initiative, and courage,
and all but shunning
all that which was,
well, after all,
a woman's place
in modern times.
Still needed to
be more conservative
than any man.
By country mile,
and more, of course.
So, now she had,
while we were kissing
with eyes tight shut
in paradise
of overflowing
yet immature
and innocent
demeanour,
slipped one sly hand
where normally
the sun don't shine
and no one visits.
'JeesusChrist',
that's what I mumbled,
we stood like that
until the time
of Bliss was done.
I do not think
that it will ever
return to us
yet memories,
they surely must
cross over .
I would not want
to enter Heaven
without it,
no, the preciousness
shall be with me
beyond today
beyond all worlds.

Submitted: Monday, April 25, 2005

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