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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