I might have loved once
Under the shadow of a chestnut tree
Like squirrels we would have
nibbled at fruits
For a period.
Made a nest of plastic and glass
The dregs of
man
From the wastes of a civilization
And exhausted our play-thing of a love
On the canvas of a sunset.
I might have let pig Cupid
Aim for me--- Try his luck
As in a casino. While women came
And went
Talking of Michelangelo.
Once I might have loved where a touch was enough.
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