On The Street
His compassionate face, slightly wan;
his chestnut eyes, as if ringed;
he is twenty-five years old, but looks more like twenty;
with something artistic in his dress,
-a touch of colour in his tie, a bit of shape to his collar -
he walks aimlessly on the street,
as if hypnotized still by the deviate sensual delight,
by the so deviate sensual delight he has enjoyed.
To Remain
It must have been one or one-thirty
after midnight.
In a corner of the wine-shop;
Except for the two of us, the shop was completely deserted.
An oil lamp scarcely burning.
The waiter who had been awake,
slept now at the door.
No one would see us. But
we were so excited anyway
we couldn't take precautions.
We partly undid our clothes - there weren't many
as it was in divine burning July.
Enjoyment of flesh through
half-torn clothes;
quickly bared flesh; apparition
twenty-six years passed; and now returned
to remain in this poetry.
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