Alone, as he needs it
Detached from his outfit
Alter-ego of the perfect mate
Man, to admire and date

Delivers devices and desires
Alma-mater of circumspection
Loyal and trustful in all fires
Gentle but firm in intention
Lovable mind, deeply unknown heart
Investigator of the best branch
Enchanting, ingenious, smart
Shines in most low-profile
Handsome and elegant with a vile.

Come to me without a hiss
but leave your body behind.
What I need is a kiss
that proceeds from your mind.

Do not enter the hole
flat like a sole.
Fly to me like a **** fish
and empty your tears on my dish.

Walk as fast as possible;
run slowly like a dribble.
Fill me with your emptiness
until you become restless.

Stay, will you? Do not leave!
Touch me while I squeeze;
caress me with your air
and do take me to your lair.

On the piano, to accompany a singer
is an endeavour for just a few.
Fingers and breath kneel on the pew
for the Lied to be the foremost winner.

Balanced tempi, rhythm, pauses,
are all vital for musical clauses.
Dynamics, sforzandos, rubatoes
withdraw the discourse from Thanatos.

Both follow the very same score
but impress their own personality:
a rendition with evenness is a bore
as it affects the whole sonority.

And to accompany a partner
in sickness and in health?
First to your dog and hamster,
turning poverty into wealth?

Musical duets reflect any relationship,
with standing ovation or fiasco-evening:
you either embark on a gorgeous trip
or succumb to an experience dreading.

Countless are man’s needs;
some are tiny like mustard seeds.
To fulfill them who knows how much
diverse feelings, thoughts and touch.

A man’s mind in turmoil drowns;
quiet it, is job for clowns.
Reason and logic multiply;
in logic and reason defy.

A man’s heart contracts and expands;
all veins pulse in arms and hands.
Feelings and emotions drive to insanity
those who surrender to hallow vanity.

A man’s touch when from mind
tricks puzzles like no kind.

A man’s touch when from heart
comforts though in the dark.

A man’s touch when from both
Oh bliss! It’s worth.

He showed his credentials
with his air of faint superiority;
Different from other animals
humans believe to have majesty.

After a short cross-examination
he was judged as acceptable;
Not with less determination,
he produced his awaited spectacle.

All the tricks were unusual
his attire, though, rather casual;
A certain disgust filled the air
because of his lack of flair.

All faces looked meaningless
unlike the famous one of Madonna
They moved about with distress;
there was another prima-donna.

Status and vanity are companions;
nonetheless any male VIP -
except for his accompanying minions -
had the humane right to RIP.

I do love you sexless
I do love you bodyless
I do love you handless, armless, feetless, thighless
I do love you dressless
I do love you necklace
I do love you faceless
I do love you eyeless, earless, hairless
I do love you senseless, timeless, placeless
I do love you nonetheless.

I thought I was a believer
though I felt it’s weird.
Who should I trust?
My dog – god -, for sure.

Men have become astray
and so, have I.
Should I believe myself?
But why?

Once naïve, sleeping like a log
now all is gone in distrust;
all in vain except for my dog.

She stretches her legs on my lap;
no care for little respect.
She feels secure; she knows no trap.