Blue Velvet Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The snout was occupied,
just plowing over ground
that had been plowed before.
No truffles could be found,
though roots would do.
Treasured for all their juiciness,
exotic tastes and fragrant musk.

This life, she thought, it could have been
in circles of a better class.
And then she dreamed,
watched by the fading stars
and other planets of a distant world,
she dreamed a woman's dream
and wrapped herself from head to toe
into the most exquisite ambience
of lust. It was the colour of blue velvet.