When the night comes,
You lie beside the woman you love,
Still, your heart’s aching.
Go to the kitchen and
Find some chili peppers
I’m sure, you could at least
Get the most ordinary ones
Who are named, sometimes by place
Sometimes by shape, or by the sound
Of their original callings
And sometimes by certain
Fatally fancy ladies
Put some sea salt on your tongue
Chew the entire Paprika
Whose seeds will fill between your teeth.
Add a spoonful mashed Pili-Pili,
Suck a tube of Harissa from Tunisia.
It doesn’t matter, where is Cayenne
Just lay those powders on the back of your hand,
And sniff the whole Latin America!
Then, you could afford to shake with pain.
Your eyes will be burning with water.
It will fall down, for a better reason
Than a proud heart broken.