Joint Venture
When those things happen
you thought would never happen
and they happen gently
on sweet-smelling beds in back rooms;
when you find a mouth
which completes the machine of yours —
two halves of a split penny reunited;
when you unbutton a body so perfect
and rounded it dips into the abstract;
when two girls invite you to cancel
the bed-space between them
and one is gun metal
and the other cherry red;
if you find you were wrong
in thinking your next sighting
of a naked teenager would be
an embarrassing confrontation
with a grown up daughter;
when such things occur,
there is something pulls us upwards,
farther than the hormonal rockets,
and that thing is the state of grace
from which, on my brief pyre of optimism,
I believe I will never recover.
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