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Virginia

   
 

Can the mind that is my mind ever know you?

   
 

Sometimes it skips through time

   
 

touching you

   
 

like a hop-stone flashing over water,

   
 

bringing me fresh disturbances from the long fondness.

   
   
   
   
   
 

In the unfathomable vastness of the sea,

   
 

where beauty has its secret heart,

   
 

a paternal

   
 

volcano violently welts

   
 

a baby's backside. Should I have tied you down?

   
   
   
   
   
 

Absurd! The fires we knew yesterday can never

   
 

illuminate tomorrow or ever

   
 

hold you

   
 

the way my arms long to—Still,

   
 

my warm blood lengthens to get under your skin.

   
   
   
   
   
 

I remember the cool enveloping sense of you

   
 

there in the moonlight, so many

   
 

years ago,

   
 

your mica blonde & gossamer-licked

   
 

breasts, soft husky voice, how they surround

   
   
   
   
   
 

Us here on the sweltering bed—Hot bitch!

   
 

Getting down to suck the chrome

   
 

off a trailer hitch!

   
 

For fourteen years you capture me

   
 

awakening to, reverberating to, your soul.

   
   
   
   
   
 

O, Virginia, I thought of hiding these flurries

   
 

on top of a choice telephone

   
 

pole in Napa,

   
 

insignificant, just another

   
 

stir from the goblet, lost in the yuck of time.

   
   
   
   
   
 

Can a poem on ice affirm one alert nerve, honest in joy

   
 

when you enter the room?

   
 

My attention

   
 

bursts through the shell

   
 

and stiffens: I dream of drawing a slice of lemon

   
   
   
   
   
 

From your loins, leaning down to sip—Maybe you'll

   
 

finger the same idea?

   
 

Ah, foreplay.

   
 

Excuse me, while I check

   
 

out & take a leak—but now I'm back!

   
   
   
   
   
 

If my ancestors knew I'd even met

   
 

a girl like you, they'd

   
 

burn.

   
 

I watched you move

   
 

the other night, child of the tenderest spirit,

   
   
   
   
   
 

Your fierce laughter and calm demeanor

   
 

makes me want to rip

   
 

your fucking

   
 

clothes off and woo you

   
 

on the altar of our future generations.