In the old days, we were up all night satisfying our needs with each other, or with reckless strangers Our mouths were made for indulging in supple necks, ripened to perfection; veins filled with ecstasy His blood is cool now; mine, colder still; chilled as ice What once burned like wildfire has lost all vestiges of heat So long ago, centuries, surely Back when our blood was still warm when we embraced sunrises, and each other with thanks to etouffee