Virgin

While she still slept, she turned and
A small cupula of light eddied above her clav­i­cle;
I had not known that glanc­ing blows of beauty
would be a part of sleep­ing with a woman.
I had not known any­thing.
I made the tea; sun­light streamed across the
white porce­lain sink, and the house was utterly silent.
Like Mary, I kept these things and pon­dered them in my heart.