Virgin
© Black Tangled Heart

I listen to their sing-song giddiness

Hearing tongues reminisce candlelit

Fervour shared in a tangled web of

Rough elbows and bruised knees

Slick mouths, sweat-kissed

Curls

I sigh inaudibly, wearily

Staring at my flat chest and unruly hair

Shaking hands; tear-streaked face

With a fertile womb

Pure

Rampant flesh has not marred me

And I will remain futile

In the eyes of lust

(he tells me I should be

flushed and moist like a rose

in rain)

I defy his flickering eyes

Paying the price, lingering

In shadows

Fragile as cracked glass

Alabaster; untouched