Sunday, May 9, 2010

My Abs by Herbert Nehrlich


Asleep with innate innocence
the jowls stretched out, no hair is tense.
You took advantage of me then
a wife can do this to her men.


You peeked by lifting silken covers
as if the time had come for lovers, 
and early in the morning yet
a sign of ageing etiquette?


I did acquire as of late
a more relaxed but steady state, 
a lack of juice to sting to action
abdominals and their contraction.


I never meant to show a soul, 
that I had grown a fleshy roll
of dormant muscles infiltrated
with fats that one finds illustrated 
in nudist camps and magazines.
In future I shall eat my beans
each night before the lights go dim
until my pot reverts to trim.


Until that day please do refrain.
A man like me is always vain.


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