Closing

I close my eyes

to better imagine

how it should be,

how it used to be.

I open my mouth

so as not to smell

the sweat and beer

so near my face.

I open my legs

to hurry the entry,

to hurry the end,

and just in case.

I open my throat 

to make the noises

that were expected,

that were appropriate.

He closes his eyes

and falls back

beside me

sighing.

I open my eyes

and see the face

that I always see

and wonder

why I am here.