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.

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2 Responses to Virgin

  1. Barbara says:

    what a lovely phrase:
    glancing blows of beauty

  2. Bobbi says:

    poet and surgeon, is that allowed?

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