Ecstasy In Berlin,1926 Poem by Harlequin Rose

Mistress...
we meet again
on the windswept streets
of haunted grey and white imagination
gracefully unnamed
but alas, on the breeze
there is a whisper

Berlin...

October sky
obscured by mist
season of Winter's apprehension
she moves into the shadow of the moon
Woman
withdrawn from her deepest desire
her eyes meet mine
across abandoned passions
she is innocent no longer
come to me Lady
let the suspense prevent your fall
all flowing black hair
and grey eyes
my touch frees you
and erotica takes you by the wrists
and holds on
breathing
breathless
temptation displayed
on the windswept streets of Berlin
mistress
my love
we meet again
alas, on the breeze
there is a whisper...

begin.