virgin

to the sound of the anguished words to my young steps

i had an ocean in my chest that had a volcano in it's farthest depths. i had an ocean in my chest that was only calm when i would taste his laughter in my mouth .when i would have a chance to give him some of the passion that was swimming within my veins .feel myself become the words that tumble from his mouth when drunk in love. the words he gives birth to on a full moon. yes he gives birth to words we all do .we all have conversations that we remember by heart: every word every syllable every breath pause and sigh w all have conversations stuck to various parts of our bodies but the best thing about him was that he was actually aware of that . he was aware of me and i was aware of the emptiness he was cursed with often. i was aware of the ghosts above his head the monsters that signal their presence through his eyes if i made an appropriate joke i was well aware of that and i was willing to fix it all. time was just an empty word in his presence and i was ready to paint pretty pink flowers on the black burnt down forests of his mind fill the empty spaces with poetry sew his cut open skin add some feathers on his back kill the monster in his rivers so that it could get back to being clean again clear again so i could see the green in his fingertips smell the pine in the crook of his neck again








one day i chased his dreams before he had the chance to set a solid plan to do so .i wore a short red dress that helped me trespass his private thoughts easily i took him by the hand and made love to him openly in the presence of all his thoughts and memories with the heavy presence of his fears and insecurities i watched his troubled face turn into one of pleasure and then another of admiration he was finally letting loose the fear the clouded the air dissipated and we were finally shielded by our very own aura. we lived up between the branches of a tree in a city that was inhabited by demons . my mom was always worried she would call every once in a while tell me to move out that the city have rubbed off on me that i sound a bit demonic but i didn't mind because every time he touched me i felt like i was heaven . like i want people to reside my body rest upon my curves occupy every nook and cranny i felt holy your voice was all i could sense all i could grasp and it felt like silk like milk tasted like honey and smelt like pine and musk so soft yet so masculine

baby i am yours all yours soft pale skin full of freckles spread like the sesame you spelled at your grandma's i am your old little memories your first kiss your last kiss i am the bitter sweetness you feel looking at high school pictures i am your wars and the occasional peace the holder of your current stars your snow angels the warmth you seek on rainy nights and the color to your cheeks and i shall remain that way as long as you are feeling me the way i am feeling you  

virgin