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Then
by George Hoernerthen, there we were
after the walk
after the talk
after the wine the cheese
and if you please
the hands found each
and the lips
the eyes the thighs
the limbs the whims
tumultuous touching
the he the she
became each other
then no other
just one
as the moon
looked on
in awe
08/25/2008
Posted on 08/26/2008
Copyright © 2026 George Hoerner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/26/08 at 08:07 PM Ohhhhh, George. I didn't realize you had this in you!!! Actually, that isn't true. I've suspected it all along!!! Very sensuous! |
| Posted by Sophia Grace on 08/26/08 at 09:48 PM I love the way this rolls over the tip of my tongue. Very nice! |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 08/27/08 at 11:19 AM Ah, yes, a fine, fine poem that say it all in awe. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/27/08 at 08:02 PM george, you surprise me ;) |
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