|THE NEXT TABLE
He can’t be more than twenty-two.
And yet I’m sure that almost as many years ago,
I enjoyed that selfsame body.
It has nothing to do with passion’s fervor.
And I’ve only just arrived at the casino;
I’ve not had time to drink too much.
I enjoyed I did that selfsame body.
And even if I can’t recall where
my memory lapse means nothing.
There, now that he’s sitting at the next table
I recognize his every movement
and beneath his clothes I can see again
the naked limbs I loved.