"I was no virgin,
Just a bruise kneed-martyr"

*shudders*...Chilling for some reason. Depressing at first, however, came out with a purity (as mentioned at the end).

To me, about a woman (possibly a whore (I'm using that term as used in ancient times)) whom found sex and intercourse to be painstaking and life-consuming (got this from the third stanza, "thighs still charred from burning at the stake") and eventually found god or religion and was finally able to cast such a horrible burden off her shoulders. I liked it.

This is beautiful. The metaphor is fantastic. It's raw and powerful and I think I have to favorite this.

Oh God. This is perfect. I love your writing more than you could ever imagine.

"onion-colored by moonlight" - WOW! That has got to be the most original and beautiful thing I have ever read. That whole stanza just does something to me.

The feelings in this...oh, wow. I have to put this on my faves list. (Though it'll most likely be on my unsingable.name faves.) Keep writing! :)

Gorgeous, gorgeous imagery and voice in this. The diction is lovely.

"heaving across the freckled curves of skin that still breathed with his scent" wow. another amazing poem here. the only bit I didn't understand terribly well was the bit in parentheses-I couldn't figure out where it fit into the restof the poem. also, I'm going to be picky and say you could try a period after the "oh" instead of a comma, because otherwise, it flies out of notice of the reader too quickly. great piece, once more.

Your use of imagery is always impeccable. 'siren-steered' and 'mermaid-madness' ... I'm left speechless from that alone. And that ending -- your endings are always beautiful.

Very interesting. I love the way you describe why you said no to him, and I loved the lines "formed of smoke colored red like my insides wehre he wasn't allowed/although, I figured, he had planned as his destination." It was almost funny, except it was so serious.

Brilliant writing. Good job.

Wow. Amazing writing, this is. I'm just speechless. I just love the thought at redemption, and forgivness never grows old. Just brillian. Brava.

towards the end i just this this expression on a girls face that's so, i cant even describe it, but when i see it it's so recognizable, muchly awesome poem here, love the imagery and the texture of it, im envious a bit of your ability to express such things in words so well, beautiful poem here

A bittersweet taste of redemption; an unlikely fragment of hope. I love the stanza beginning with, "I was no virgin"; there are no pretenses to this poem, only an acceptance of what is. The ending lines are so dignified, so strong. Brilliant.

nice, surreal imaginative words, keep up the good work!

there is some wonderful imagery in this poem... i loved the "shadow tears" and "mermaid-madness"...a beautfully lyrically poem :Dgreat job.

(and Happy Thanksgiving...if you celebrate thanksgiving :) if not, just Happy Day :D)

indepth, great description and interesting, nice one

wow. cool. nice imagery, or interesting anyway. good use of new paragraphs to give it rhythm. i like it

This left me spell bound...it was so dark and riverting!~D.A~