The Ice Cube

On the dining table I see a bottle of wine, Me! Water in a tray of molds kept in a freezer, At every moment I am colder, Why do you open the doors of a freezer, You can’t keep me away from my fate, I saw you, too late, Let me freeze in the crystals of ice cubes, Get me out of the tray, With your colorful nails, Put me on your palm for a while, I‘ll kiss your palm, Pour the wine in the glass of passion, And let me swim in the wine, See me dissolving step by step, But before I am completely dissolved, Have a few sips, I’ll kiss your lips, I’ll enter into you, I shall appear in your passions, And when the Venus will meet her Mars, The joy of coupling will be shared by the cube. It’s not ego sweetheart! It’s wisdom of old age!