No Greater Love? Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

As you know,
my Love,
I see you
in my coffee cup,
in the reflection
of a window pane,
and in the sky
where floaters
of the human eye
buzz to and fro
like busy bugs.
I smell you
when I pass
the flowershop,
and in the meadow
where I go
to meditate
and think of you
without a crowd.
I taste you
in each morsel
of
the apple pie,
and in
my Beaujolais,
the one I used to have
well chilled,
and,
now and then,
on ice,
I listened
when you said
that taste
can be perceived
in warmth.
I feel you
in my fitful nights
when you are gone,
you are my pillow
and my satin sheet,
you cuddle,
holding me
so we are close
and fit into each other
as we need to be,
I drink of you
and cannot get
enough.
You know me well,
a man
is slow to see
but once he feels
he generates
deep in his heart
the spark
that lights the fire,
eternal flames,
protected form
the winds
of hate
and envy
from the
bitter cold
of man's indifference.
We now are one,
our heart is shared,
red rivers curse
through veins
of common space,
we dwell
in territory
of a new eclipse,
where golden rays
caress our skin
where breezes
touch,
like feathers
of a lover's bird
embrace
the two of us
as we take in
the other's breath,
the pheromones
which are so closely matched
that only Gods
not human minds
could have conceived.
And,
through it all,
above the thought
of blue horizons
we can smile,
and as the sun recedes
we blink
just to remind
the minutes of each day
when thoughts stopped by
unbidden,
welcome though,
that made us glow inside.
There cannot be,
there surely must not be
a greater love.