A Virgins
Last Day
Bodies are
burning in this
patched up boat,
the hissing of water snakes
harmonizes with the
crickets trill. Too far apart
to kiss, I hear our babies
whispering their names
through angels feathers.
Your eyes
affix me
the jaws of life
could not detach them.
Everything I say
is beautiful, funny
or smart.
Am I wasting
a life
til this virtual
stranger defines me?
Have I been loose-leaf
only now to be
perfect-bound?
What draws
me to skip
heels clicking ahead
of respectable measure?
To close my eyes
against the blurring
rather than squint?
Your charming
smile
launches, ricochets
down in the pale green
unbroken lake.
Splashing, swirling,
plunk-plopping
the fish scatter
knowing all
too well a hook
when they see it.
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