Poem By Herbert Nehrlich
I do remember, sweetie, sure I do.
I had deduced that there was peace
inside your mind concerning me.
But, having passed the interview,
the probing eyes and tilted ears
that formed a portrait of this aspirant
you were a mere but crucial foot away
from me, whose mind was in a daze,
while androgens competed de rigeur
for the attention of a hopeful heart.
I longed so much it nearly blew a fuse,
I prayed to ALL the gods for just one chance,
your eyes said yes and there was promise in your smile.
I have forgotten who moved first, I really have.
But I will never lose the taste of that first kiss.
So, who do you think this is for?