The death of the dream

You have granted me your glances

You have sanctioned your premises

You haven’t been in reluctance

To feed my psycho sex romance.

I dream that it would carry me

To the corporal intimacy.

I dream that it would carry me

To where we can be one in two

And two in one and then only one.

I dream that it would carry you

 To elope with me to be mine.

I know that it is only a dream.

I don’t feel it only a dream

As long as you don’t slow down

The wheels of love set in motion.

Having felt that it ran off petrol,

I find a sudden death of my dream.

No longer will you enthuse me.

The dead woman is not brought

To a man’s fantasy in sex.

09.06.2007