Virgins Plus Curtains Minus Dots

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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