How Do I Look? - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
She said something exquisite here today:
'It's like you're standing -warts and all- no mercy, naked.
Exposed to hungry eyes of your new handsome lover.
You know your image, yet you want to quickly take it
with trusted assets, dear to you, back under cover.
It makes the world of difference if one day you learn
that love and lust may yet be amply represented
in eyes that gaze with palpable concern.
A lovely sight you are he says because he meant it. '
The words confirm for you that he is here to stay.
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