SICK ROOM

How quiet

It is in this sick room

Where on the bed

A silent woman lies between two lovers—

Life and Death,

And all three covered with a sheet of pain.

A Cuban Portrait

The shadows

Of too many nights of love

Have fallen beneath your eyes.

Your eyes,

So full of pain and passion,

So full of lies.

So full of pain and passion,

Soledad,

So deeply scarred,

So still with silent cries.