The Wanderers
I saw you briefly
outside Glucksburger Schloss
in your black hats
and velvet vests,
you strange winding canes
of twisted wood.
a wry smile,
a sparkle in the eye,
that undeniable air
of being European
that reeks to me of sex
and weakens my knees
like mashed kartoffel.
Maria said
that you did this
for drei jahres
- three years for your apprenticeship.
to fall in love,
three seconds for me.
Glucksburger Schloss = Castle Gluckburg.
kartoffel = potatoes.
drei jahres = three years
sashay.