Her white body that final time was

mine no more, being his and certainly

gone: heavenly love-urged coital odors

soon forgotten amidst

memories of stranger lovers.

Still, by the black curl of

hair - near her ear - I found

and had lustily to kiss

again the mark he'd

left there on her skin.

Deeply sad and redly alone,

palely now loitering, once I knew

the way; once I knew.

But now I do not do what

all you simply chosen lovers do.