John Grey ~ Virgin Soil

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Bed that never ends
and virginity that sends
waves, waves,
slow and long,
softly blowing
like primrose in the breeze,
space, time,
stretched out and stroked,
pleasure, pain,
sweetly composed by breathing,
and then that calm,
the realization
that life does not end,
there on the tired sheets…
ah, to be a spark
to ignite, to burn,
and then to cool,
like water-skimmed sand,
just a body
useless for anything
but a close
solicitous shape.

 

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, Stillwater Review and Big Muddy Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Columbia College Literary Review and Spoon River Poetry Review.
Read more of John’s poetry in DM 105 ~ Audelà, now open @ http://www.dansemacabremagazine.com.
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