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Jeffrey Alfier
Young Wives
Her virgin thighs will warm you
like August's Aegean sea,
in islands beyond your dreams...
Then, sending you to market,
she expects you to elide
coasts of pheromones, as if
napes were pirates, and hair sharks.
And if you buy the wrong gift,
you are as a diplomat
sent to a hostile country
just gone to war with your land,
summoned in the wrong hour
of instinct-eating fire
and unanswerable eyes.
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