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Virgin
by Kristine BrieseNaked and expectant,
I lie on my back
and look up at
where you will be.
Your eyes, the shade
of an unfinished poem,
will blue down at me,
travelling roads I've
saved only for you.
Your fingers,
God's gentlest invention,
will follow with the
slowness of ages.
The prospect of your touch
ripples me like a pond.
07/19/2002 Posted on 07/19/2002
Copyright © 2026 Kristine Briese
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 01/01/04 at 10:50 PM wow, this is *hot.* and subtle. and salivation worthy. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 06/04/07 at 10:46 PM Your eyes, the shade
of an unfinished poem,
will blue down at me
On principle, I don't extract lines and lavish praise upon them. So, here I am, lavishing again - imagery and meanings beyond words, and here they are... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/06/17 at 03:27 AM Lady, this piece is just beautiful!! |
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