A MIDDLE-AGED MAN'S LOVE SONG

To P. R. C.

I will not be like Kafka,

who could find no woman to his taste

enough; I am, my love,

no Pygmalion seeking a female

only to be found in stone -

I don't seek perfection,

I don't demand unchanging beauty,

no maid and Madonna and Mata Hari

in one female flesh; to

be blunt, milady, I want you.

I will take you, if you have me,

I will stay along if you bear me

until I tire, fall

asleep and you

have to lay me down

on the same stone-walled plot

where they sleep. If

before that you regret

and say 'Go!' ,

I will go like an

abandoned dog

waiting its mistress

to call him back.

19.02.2019