Is it a Belly of Muscles I see shaping underneath that turtleneck?
I never ever dreamt having the rusty trunk of a car against my Backside...
That's poison for my piles, the street is glimmering, 'cause it had rained all
night.
Please, do not think that I don't appreciate your generous Offer of a Ride...
home.
I am curious now, how many pirouettes can a straight Man like you spin,
until his Compass-points all begin to blur, and his Needle finally gives in?
Am I expected now to do my best and try to catch you when you fall?
But you're a heavy Guy and like this we'll only end up lying on the floor.
Look, what the Rain has done,
Snow White has scattered her Mirrors like petals on the Ground.
So I sense a one-eyed Serpent
rising slowly now from behind this old thundering Cloud?
Was it a trick of the Evening-star,
or had I been blinded by the passing lights,
Could it be that I really saw myself reflected in his green-grey Eyes?
It's hard to waltz precisely when his towering stature casts its Shadow all
over me.
But since he's leading now (anyway), I might just as well step onto his feet...