Come, have a drink with me –
Care can swallow love,
And tasks devour time
Enough of cups of tea!
Your eyes, ever more sublime,
Dancing bright above
A brown and friendly beer
Will soon meet mine, my dear
Intoxicatingly.
I’ve never thought of you as less than young
Though things concern you – imagined lines, maybe
White veins among your hair’s dark ore...
We sit opposite at the table
You have reached your hand to mine
They clasp...
