Sleep Well With Me Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I lie behind you in our night,
close, as your bum fits neatly
and so very sweetly, to me,
my hands had been requested
by OUR pair of lovely Twins,
again, there is a match
perhaps twas made up high
I told you that too much
especially of living things,
gets in the way, disturbs
through its societal demands,
a herd of cows with tangled tails
will shake foundations of a church!
You wait, it is your little tease,
before you reach and touch my face,
the tips of silken fingers stroke
with feather touch the templebone,
and rest within the dip that joins
in a Teutonic swoop, the jaw.
I lean into your hand and press,
you answer with a subtle move,
one finger leading while the other trails,
I feel you now against my loins,
no vacant space remains between,
I hunger for your tiny little sounds,
part breath and yet a melody for sleep.
We change, a subtle change
and you now offer me your lips
a lazy kiss, there would be many more
hence tis may be the night's routine.
But there is a delay, you stretch,
your sternocleidomastoid, it is mine,
you love the name and have it memorised,
it lends its softness and the curve
and frames your neck, as it does now.
Your tongue, all moist and timid flesh
slides silently between your lips
to see if mine are cared for well,
I part and feel its stamina, its heat
and its exuberance dart into corners now
as if to check the inventory of the day.
The plan had been to go to Heia* soon,
the morning would be cold and painted gray,
tonight however, Eros played a melancholy tune,
and soon the tide did carry both of us away.

Note: HEIA is a term used in the German speaking countries.
It means bed or bedtime.