Infatuation
I think that you could once have reached to take
The sun down from the sky and put it in
Your bedroom. I, a new Sir Francis Drake,
Would not have thought it any sort of sin
To lay my heart down there beside that sun
For you prop your feet on. Would I know
You if I met you decades later, one
Who drank and burped, and had a gut like dough
That rose too much? And would your whine about
Your marriage bed leave room for memories of
Esteem I held you in, or would I pout
And wonder if you ever knew true love?
..Could someone with that imbecilic wink
….Have been in fact an ape-like missing link?