Virgins Plus Curtains Minus Dots
Latin Borghese
Houses hold virgins
The doorвАЩs on the chain
вАЬPlumb streets with heartsвАЭ
вАЬBore curtains with eyesвАЭ
Virgins
without dots
Stare
beyond probability
See the men pass
Their hats are not ours
We
take a walk
They are going somewhere
And they
may look everywhere
MenвАЩs eyes
look into things
Our eyes
look out
A great deal of ourselves
We offer to the mirror
Something less to the confessional
The rest
to Time
There is so much
Time
Everything is full of it
Such a long time
Virgins may whisper
вАЬTransparent nightdresses made all of laceвАЭ
Virgins may squeak
вАЬMy dear
I should faint!вАЭ
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.вБ†вАКвБ†вА¶ вАЬAnd then
the manвБ†вАФвАЭ
Wasting our giggles
For we have no dots
We have been taught
Love is a god
White
with soft wings
Nobody shouts
Virgins for sale
Yet where are our coins
For buying a purchaser
Love is a god
Marriage expensive
A secret well kept
Makes the noise of the world
NatureвАЩs arms spread wide
Making room for us
Room for all of us
Somebody who was never
a virgin
Has bolted the door
Put curtains at our windows
See the men pass
They
are going somewhere
Fleshes like weeds
Sprout in the light
So much flesh in the world
Wanders at will
Some
behind curtains
Throbs to the night
Bait
to the stars
Spread it with gold
And you carry it home
Against your shirt front
To
a shaded light
With the door locked
Against virgins who
Might
scratch