Eduardo C. Corral - To Robert Hayden lyrics

Less lonely, less... I gave you a tiny box. You lifted the lid, praised the usefulness of my gift: a silver pin shaped like an amper- san. As you fastended it to your lapel, I thought again of that motel outside Chicago. ¿Te acuerdas? I sat in the edge of a bench, untied my shoes. Face down, eyes shut, you breathed in the aroma of sweat & allspice coming off the sheets. I tossed my ring--gold, inscribed--toward a pile of clothes, But the ring dropped in the small of your back where it rattled & rattled like a coin in a beggar's cup.