Virgin

Sweet thing….such a sweet thing

in a small courtyard of surprise

where afternoon sun silkens

my shoulders that ache.

Your breasts moist as moonlight,

your presence a nectar shining

like rain.

Your freckled smile

a gift to relinquish,

not to hold nor keep.

Your cloak of sky, chipped edges

faded from loving through all time,

reveals oceans of radiance

that mend, nourish, unbind.

Here in grief’s well

I sit in stillness, taken

by your gaze,

your being so kind.

This joyride of innocence

steals my breath. I whisper

‘thanks’ as I stagger

through newfound puddles

of absence that swell our two hearts.

And alone, together in life’s quiet,

we tremble, we weep….