The indifferent one

Your eyes are soft, like those of a girl,

Young stranger,

And the fine curve

Of your handsome face with shadowed down

Is more seductive still.

Your lip sings, on the step of my door,

A tongue unknown and charming

Like dissonant music.

Enter! And let my wine comfort you....

But no, you pass by

And from my door I watch you depart,

Making a last graceful gesture to me,

Your hip lightly bent

In your feminine and weary gait....