Other Men

When I talk with other men

I always think of you —

Your words are keener than their words,

And they are gentler, too.

When I look at other men,

I wish your face were there,

With its gray eyes and dark skin

And tossed black hair.

When I think of other men,

Dreaming alone by day,

The thought of you like a strong wind

Blows the dreams away.