Cold coffee
Apfelstrudel
Half open window
Vienna air drifts in
As sweet as a liqueur
Barbed
Bawdy as a Hussar on leave
Corrupts all we breathe
Intoxicates our senses
Unleashes our most basic
Instincts
Drives us
Beyond analysis
Closer to death
Into realms
No Diplomacy exists
But tides
Of flaming lust peak.
Tongues like soft scalpels
Work between breasts and thighs.
Screams of ecstasy?
Pain?
From an alleyway – doorway
In brothels and parlours
Like tram brakes and mating Peacocks suffuse a sound
Secret thoughts?
Diaries?
Places under lock & key?
Arthur Schnitzler’s book
Traumnovelle* open on the
Window seat..
Desire!
Longing!
Frustration!
Romance!
Fever!
Say nothing of the lips that
Crystallise on touching a Princess’s neck as cold as a skin of snow
While looking into the blue eyes
Where claws of seduction drag one in…
Corrupts the scripture of pure thought with obscene
Impulses.
Poisons us with a roses and a caress
Who catches lovers unaware?
Snares them in silk blouses
Unbuttons them slowly
Drives them crazy as they
Parade for naked lovers.
Everything is forbidden
Madness drags me down
And we knot blazing bodies
And pawn the promises to stay faithful..
Fuck as Vienna screams Under parasels and maids
Shatter like glass under their Master’s
Body blows
A profusion of skirt under
Which one can hide.
Inhale the perfume
Explore the lace maze
Of petticoat
The bright ribbons that tie
You down
At the end of the day
Under cover of darkness
Propositioned by street light
Incinerated in upstairs rooms by women sharing
Our guilt our dirty secrets
Slipping out in search of Ladies who will drag us away
From the inevitable jaws of Death
All the madness of Vienna
Devours us in time.
*”I write of love and death.What
other subjects are there”.
*Dream Story
Arthur Schnitzler
.
Malcolm Paul
.