I like the chemistry of you,

where men are shyand women tease,I halted briefly at the duneand looked straight intothe Southern sun.You later said you smiledright when I draped with carethe Mapleleaf uponwhat I would call in Latin onlymons pubis, (cute, those curls) .I’ve loved Canadian womenever since. Au Canada.

Auch sonst hat sie die Qualitaetendie manche gerne haben taeten.Da sitzt sie nun in Vollmaringenund denkt was wohl die Jahre bringendie langsam immer schneller werden.Es ist als rede man von Pferdendie erst nur traben doch alsbaldevoll sausen durch die schwarzen Walde.Ich wuensche dass sie wie die Tantein Rodenbach, die jeder kannteauch hundert wird dann wird…

On Poemhunter’s public squarethere is a frenzy (much to share) .I go, because I feel I mustback to the days of lyric lust.When genuine poetic skillhad landed on my windowsill.A handful of great human soulsraked fellow men through burning coals.I stand, in awe, of those whose artcould soothe the unforgiving heart.Dedicated with tongue-in cheek to…

The best of you are at the topfew men have the guts to climb up.The fear of them falling to groundand staying there, never be found.So many look under the treepick the fallen ones only to seethat the ones at the top are in waitfor the right one to come, not too late.But the courage…

each Kraut municipalityis fond of hydrotherapy.Your feet may take you down the pathinto a well-attended bath.There’s steam and dry, a red hot tuband girls who practice rub-a-dub.If saunabathing is your thinga towel is what you must bring.No speedos ready to concealthat stuff they call Das Glockenspiel.Birch branches just to beat the skinbring out the sweat,…

A closet with a broomwould be just fine, you see, the lackof fancy thingslike fixtures, special lightor furniture or angel wingsand linen oh so brightdoes not disturb at all,a cot will do quite wellsmall bathroom down the hall.A pillow would be greata lamp perhaps to readthose nights I stay up lateso, I would like to…