Even if I could send a dog out
to try and find you, hunt you down
as stated in another poet’s verses
even if that hound
could do irreparable damage
to the man that love you now
and panting bring back as a token,
your panties, stockings
or carry your brassiere in its mouth
you will still remain lost to me,
will still be involved
with somebody else intimately
and someone else will experience
the pleasure that you give,
will hear your cries and sighs,
will comprehend the look in your eyes
and I will remain
a lost love, an old flame
from another life and time.
[Reference: A Dog After Love by Yehuda Amichai.]
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