I never had you, nor will I ever have you

I suppose. A few words, an approach

as in the bar yesterday, and nothing more.

It is, undeniably, a pity. But we who serve Art

sometimes with intensity of mind, and of course only

for a short while, we create pleasure

which almost seems real.

So in the bar the day before yesterday—the merciful alcohol

was also helping much—

I had a perfectly erotic half-hour.

And it seems to me that you understood,

and stayed somewhat longer on purpose.

This was very necessary. Because

for all the imagination and the wizard alcohol,

I needed to see your lips as well,

I needed to have your body close.