dinner with fraulein

The night is on as if
it is the middle of day:
the tables are prepared
candles all well lit,
dinner for us, ready to serve.

Sitting with dinner
with you, pretty fraulein —
enjoying the good times
and sharing the bad ones
nothing beats more of your
longing to be
your good friend.

Your name may mean a
hierarchy that remains unsettled:
yet whatever the circumstances it may be —
your presence more than what is
my happy welcome.

Oh dear, tender caring fraulein:
your existence to the very best -in appreciation
that knowing you makes me
grateful all the more. —

 

c. 2007