No Immunity

Before you undressed
for the first time
in front of the man
you would marry
you believed that whatever
happened next
in that bed before you
would be the final quenching
of your lascivious thirst—
that his skin touching your skin
would drench you
in immunity from this new
and unexpected wish
to let another body
touch and enter yours
in an act that might surpass
what you had been mistaking
for over a decade
as your highest possible bliss.




Painting by Salvador Dali, 1935, “Archaeological Reminiscence of Millet’s Angelus”


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