We fucked when forty winters she had seen.
Mature exquisite Beauty’s vintage wine
Belonged to her in body, face, and mien.
And, drunk on love, I thought that she was mine.
I don’t know if she felt the same toward me,
Although for three years prior we’d been friends.
And so, I like to think that I and she
Were indeed in love, to make amends
For using sex to soothe each other’s pain,
As if our deeds were something to regret.
Devout religious faith made us insane,
In later years, impelled her to forget.
But I could not expunge love’s memories,
Granted me from Queen Inanna’s treasuries.
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About Michael Butchin
I was born, according to the official records, in the Year of the Ram, under the Element of Fire, when Johnson ruled the land with a heavy heart; in the Cradle of Liberty, to a family of bohemians.
I studied Chinese language and literature at Rutgers University, New Brunswick. I spent some years in Taiwan teaching kindergarten during the day, and ESOL during the evenings. I currently work as a high school ESOL teacher, and am an unlikely martial artist.
I have spent much of my life amongst actors, singers, movie stars, beautiful cultists, Taoist immortals, renegade monks, and at least one martial arts tzaddik.
I currently reside in Beijing's Dongcheng district
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