Strange body

Liquor - and later a strange body:
my hands are still skillful tools;
my mouth is thinking of something else.

My mouth, my whole body is thinking:
The right body, the familiar 
is not here.
It lives again in a soft focused green country:
whispering grass,
lied flowers.

And here, this strange and of course 
lonely body against mine:
when morning comes,
I will avert my eyes
and just sleep
and sleep.