“I am he who aches with amorous love.”
Well yes. But if you would settle
for two hours of talk across a table,
her hair just washed, and…if you would
barter all your books and your car
and one of your children, no,
none of your children, your job
and every poem in your drawer except
the one you wrote last night
to be with her for half an hour
in the coffee shop, let’s say,
under the Palace of Fine Arts
where the white wine is very cold
and her hair just washed
and you allowed to touch it once…
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