Undies by Herbert Nehrlich

People come into our lives.

Some smile, 

some growl

and others

have no time.

But there is the 

rare occasion when

through twist of fate

or meeting of minds, 

two hands reach out.

One finding the heart

and one relocating

in the crotch.

And, when they leave again

we are left, 

strangely befuddled

with the 

lingery of 

memories.

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