Danse Nocturne / Dance in the Night

She came on a November night
Staying with me until dawn.
In her blameless wrists
The echoes of summer passed through.
An omnivorous wind beat against the walls
Throwing gnawed leaves ...
She needed the very fact of treason
And to me - her smile is a fox.
I drowned in satin thighs
Hiding the magic lotus.
And the rain was pouring, even though it was a bucket.
Wandering over the swamp
The lights swayed and flickered.
The whole world is lamellar rot
It seemed. Herons were dancing ...
I, forgetting my girlfriends,
I watched with delight how, moonlight,
Pearls rolled from her chest.
I looked into the holes of my eyes - and I thought
That until now did not know women.

... She left without saying goodbye,
- Memories of summer -
For the night of the grown thickets, -
To never meet again.
She needed the very fact of treason.
- (Why run from obvious truths? ..) -
And since then in my veins
Her smile is like a fox.

Black Georg