s e h n s u c h t

my first poem
on the new and improved...
it caught my eye, of course, your title being in a language I am so familiar with.
sehnsucht... the slow dance...
the poem rolls downwards lazily as it is read. a smooth write.
the perfume of the de ja vue, I love that line. it is the end of the poem but seems like a story which is only just beginning. a glance over ones shoulder while walking forward. I would love to see this as the first of a series of three poems.
so glad to be back...
your Proprietress

of an imaginary
pole dance
once i composed a poem
not having seen one
this twas