Together Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Silence again,
gone, the artificial voice
across the sea
that ferried her,
in spirit
and (eyes closed)
in flesh
to my left ear
where it is
redirected
to the hemisphere
that was so smitten
on the day
we met.
No, there is little need
for brash analysis,
please hush, left brain
it matters not,
a grinder's tool
will always blow
unwanted dust
into the atmosphere.
Hush also little boy,
we must not spill
a single dropp of this,
a precious sap
that sticks
to hungry lips
a hygroscope
invisible
it oozes
onto limbs
and speaks
those sad and hopeful words,
words bathed
in salivary dew
and clothed
in formal wear,
we must be strong,
there's comfort
in the spider's web,
there may be time
to extricate
to walk the path
lined by tall trees
like dreams
they sway
and nod
but silence
is the night.
She waits
a chill descends
from barren hills
it lingers briefly
near the river's banks
then
charged with
frigid thoughts
it penetrates
to reach
but not caress her skin.
She stands,
she will not be
the new mirage
nor wife of Lot,
tis now quite obsolete,
the time has gone
into the bin
where Nature finds
and mixes them anew,
intrigues
and heartache plots,
she will not turn
nor stand,
and as she feels
the steady beat
of their big heart
she knows,
two hands release
her face
and clasp,
still wet with tears
each other,
two conspirators,
no force would now,
could ever persevere
to hurt and interfere.
Steps rush,
still timid
and restrained
empiricism pained
until the marker
on the moonlit road.
Oh blow me down
as he exclaims
her voice is heard,
the air is still
the river has become
a sea of calm
and in the cold of night
they find their heart,
lips pressed
and bodies held
in silent awe,
until they part
and read
that they are one,
and born to share
deep in their eyes.