"Old Paris"

Don't give it up for free,
not if the sex shows are sold out...
ah yes, Paris...how I remember your touch.

A cold wind to light a paler fire,
if only these libraries kept words,
instead of books...a lofty joke, I suppose.

I was fond of you once, love,
but then again, I was also once a child,
and how soon we outgrow all that we adore.