Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Bondage - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

In the beginning
you left me, no warning
other than the slamming
of the solid timber door.

All in all, you did return
a dozen times or more,
and always found me
as you had discarded me,

no spine, you said, no guts
and who would want me,
barbs were what you had,
a thousand and then some.

I made you dinner then,
and all the other times.
The house was clean,
I say immaculate but you

would silently point to
the broom closet, to show
that majesty expected more.
I was so happy, you could tell,

you robbed me of my brain,
and when you did unpack
the leather goods and all
I soon became the imitation

of silence of the lamb, for you.
I did not like the whip or cuffs,
to have to beg you countless times
to no avail, until you felt

that a new twist was needed.
And you would, with grace,
have your strange ways with me
and call me all those names.

I felt demoralised and cheap,
and weak as well as dumb,
where did the devil of perversion
(surely that was who he was)

hail from if not from deep within
your womb, or was it part of
the baggage coming back
earmarked for me, the willing wimp?

I've had it now, this time it will not wash,
when last you left me I did make a pact
with my internal masochist at last
and no amount of coaxing or sweet words

will open up my solid door for you again,
there comes a time when we must take
a stand of courage and of pride against
temptation, titillation, fornication.

Well, I feel better after stating my conviction
there is no siren in this world that can persuade
this man who's born again to be a noble sisyphus
but for himself who will be pleased beyond belief.

Enough of this, this monologue was meant for you,
though you will never hear it from these lips in person....
I'm sorry.... that's the doorbell, just a minute...........
'How do you do, my lovely, please, I have been waiting.'


Comments about Bondage by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (7/3/2005 5:11:00 PM)


    one word, Herbert. Excellent (Report) Reply

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  • (6/30/2005 3:53:00 AM)


    Yes woman are like pidgeons they do want to come back and we say we dont want them, but we are weak creatures we are easily led we talk the talk
    but we dont walk the walk well they do like wearing the pants and smoking
    cigars and playing up what do they expect

    Warm regards allan
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 30, 2005



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