Pleasure Service

Of every night we lived
I remember, implacably, your hips.

How no one, ever
offered such pleasures.

How no one, ever,
drew my life out of me that way.

They say that someone else now
as tall as me
satisfies your whims
and your parents’.

I am only a scribe
and I have to compose
three thousand characters every day.

I’m hardly any good for giving pleasure.

Traslated from Spanish by Rowena Hill