After all -but after all-

"After all -but after all-
it is only about the bed
it's about flesh,
about naked bodies,
lamps for death in this world.

Beheaded glory, survivor
of time, who´s deaf-mute,
the petty pay of those who die together.

To the misery of pleasure, infinitude,
you doomed the quest, to the injust
failure you have chained thirst,
you nailed your heart to a wall.

It is about my body which I bless,
the one I fight to,
which shall give me everything,
in a thick silence,
and which kills and dies often.

Solitude, mark me with your naked foot,
squeeze my heart like grapes,
and fill my mouth with it´s matured liqueurs."
-Jaime Sabines.