Virginal Poem by Dustin Dean
Virginal
Seven days of yearning
Each of them hooked to an IV
Growing beyond my chances
'She's ready to see you now'
Says the cerebral chancellor
I arrive to the turquoise house
Made of watery, hopeful dreams
Overcome by miserable desire
I kick down the door
And what do I see?
Venus standing in front of me
An emerald tear rolls down
Her ideally perfect face
And my dark, hideous blood
Runs down her walls
Again
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