At Lúpulo's Tavern
Soft jazz, whispers, hugs, kisses,
promises and fingers intertwined.
Me, a young man afraid of the dark.
You, rattled by light. You dragged me
to the back corner, between twilight and twilight.
A waiter arrives, I ask for a hot chocolate,
you order red wine, take off your coat,
put it on the armchair. I lay my hand
on trembling places. Lights lower.
Roof rises. Chair collapses.
The coat falls, the chocolate, the wine.
Outside, the rain. Tourists. Suitcases.
The smell of Burger King ....
A poster advertising Cialis.