I am aware that
this is asking
a bit too much.
Perhaps it is
just little me,
so out-of-line
that I am past
all shame now,
no embarrassment
can get to me
only priorities,
so look at this
with a small dab
of vegemite,
not peanut butter
or jam from
Shepherd's files.
In actuality
I wondered
could you,
that should be
would you,
kindly send
by
Federal Express
your pillow,
the one
in case
you do peruse
a multiple
of those,
the one that has
the privilege
to be as close
to you and yours
(by which I mean
the parts that make
the sum of
what can best
be said to represent
the SNUGGELIES,)
there are no
other wishes
at this time,
my love.
And please don't
hesitate,
I am the ailing
owner of a script
for pheromones.
They say it is
essential.
Reminds me of when my husband and I were first married and we were waiting for his paperwork......we sent letters back and forth with cologne and perfumes.
Thank you Mary, for all your kind words tonight. Have you read my 'The Scent Of Horty? I have written a small one tonight for you. Best wishes Herbert
It's funny how strongly the sense of smell can stimulate certain feelings. This reminds me when my husband was in 'Desert Storm' in Iraq in 1991......many items were shipped this way just to remind us of eachother. Thank you for the memory. Sincerely, Mary
This is just so sweet, like eating candy. Thanks for sharing, the read is mighty dandy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent - lovely poem. Just a bit sad, too, wanting the pillow. You really are very romantic. That's rare these days, and so nice. Warmest regards, CJ