Portugal

In a house of sorts in Portugal

Along the bar I met a man

Who said he came cause he couldn't sleep.

Talking and drinking in our common Spanish

We spoke of lust

And love

And women.

In English he whispered revolution

Of sorts in Portugal

It was then another time

And for me as well

A few days on my own.

Then a woman whose presence excited me

Asked if I would buy her a glass of red wine

I did and we toasted and we talked.

She smiled and told me

She held down two jobs:

One being standing and drinking

The other being laying and thinking.

She laughed invitingly

I laughed

I walked

Happy enough just to have laughed

It's late at home and almost morning here

There was a time when yes

Was the only answer
To the only moment

It's a different time now.

A different beat

A different heart

© Armell