Thursday, July 7, 2011

The House Appeared to be Virgin

The house appeared to be virgin,
but we knew otherwise.

When the builders slept
she left herself spread open

When she exposed her framing
we carved our names in her wood

When they gave her tiles
we lay on top of her and counted stars

When the walls became solid
we kissed in her corners and shadows

When the locks were installed
the first couple moved in,
and we walked past with our hands clasped.



(Published by Produce Literary Magazine)

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