The first encounter that shakes your hands
Broken glassware in your eyes blue.
Your voice, delicate - that caresses me,
from the moment zero.
I approach you slowly, fascinated.
You passionate kiss my lips.
The hot kisses are waking me up.
My hands look for purple chambers.
There is a hidden joy cry in my throat.
Your smile for my greedy sip of wine
when I cool my face heat
and calming down my mad heart.
At the top of the tower, with a view to the Danube
a few days of dragonfly life just for us.
We are one while we are drowning past traces in wine.
The harmony of our relationship is perfect
my manhood and your tenderness,
your wisdom, and my youth.
We are alone...
Knocking on doors as a four-note motif -
interrupts the game
Our symphony of fate has begun.
Rejected love takes off all the joy
beyond the horizon of our reach.
In the end, our symphony is about love without touch,
our stolen tenderness was left without strength
and evaporate into a misty illusion.
Your images are in my head - breaking me.
I flush my long highlander hair curls
and powerful limbs with ice water.
The power of my passion is wild - as I walk
along the narrow corridors of the haunted tower.
The sad beats of our symphony of longing
with endless suffering because you are here
but too far from me.
I walked away to the other end of the cemetery
so dead souls can make an abyss between us.
The bee awakens me
All mine is still yours
my body is dead - you are not near me.
Without you, there is no true pleasure for me.
Maximilian G. Wolf