I like that, as it comes from you,
the thought alone - it warms my skin.
I'll be the one who manages to drool
just at the memory of you, so, are we kin?
No need for laboratories or for tests
though I was educated in the blessed school
where all would wear bow ties and dark brown vests
while checking the exchange of fluids, it is true
that man has made a mess of lovely things
so let us dropp the clipboards and the slips
a common spirit always grows its wings
with just one signal, it's the kissing of sweet lips.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fluids/
