When she wants
      to make love
            I find myself

in a room
      with someone
            I don’t know.

So
      I tell her
            about my life

again.
      I take her body
            between
 
my arms.
      And then
            I change

the position
      of my head
            on the pillow,

moment
      to moment,
            remembering

the precise
      architecture
            of the windows,

but forgetting
      the face
            I am looking into.