The room was penurious and common, <br />Hidden over a disreputable tavern, <br />The alley could be seen from the window, <br />Unclean and narrow. From below <br />Came the voices of a few workmen <br />Who were playing cards and having a good time. <br /> <br />There on the vulgar on the humble bed <br />I had the body of love, I had the lips, <br />The sensuous, the rosy lips of wine, <br />Rosy with such a wine, that even now <br />Here as I write, after so many years, <br />In my solitary house, I am drunk again.<br /><br />Constantine P. Cavafy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-night-2/
