...and was the dream reality?
by Herbert Nehrlich
A giant hall, with gold cathedral ceiling,
assembled were onehundredthousand beauties.
Three had surrounded me, stood very close.
Could feel their breath upon my flesh and
heat within their loins.
I sensed temptation taking over every fibre
and raised my head to God for needed inspiration.
But then gave in, as naked as I was, I's just a man,
all hands reached out and touched and lingered softly, when
I glanced up across the crowd toward the exit.
Oh! There she was, in all her goddamn beauty,
within a blink I flew through space into her lap.
And buried there, and clung to all that's holy,
for me and her and then the devil laughed.
I could not tell what all this means at all,
I would not tell her what it takes to fall,
I knew however that, if fall I can
I will not say to her 'Im just a man'.