Good Morning - Zweeinochtsich Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The day had come before the sun had risen much,
its everlasting battle chasing fog and mopping dew
was underway when in the cottage there was sensuous touch
they stirred, limbs still entangled and the silken sheets askew.
Twas yet another special day, a countdown to true bliss
they'd met and fallen hard into a sea of Starbuck's fumes
she straddled him again and planted her most luscious kiss
straight from the innate overflow of her most private rooms.
He reached beneath the bed now with his left and idle hand
these are for you my LOVE, red hyacinths, thirteen
twas quiet now, a silence lovers understand,
then she invited him to where he just had been.