like a virgin
tonight i see her like a virgin
she had called me and said
can i send you my poems
a child-woman of the pop age
the woman is at the edge
about to burst out of skin
the precocious flower child
of the sixties in the frenzied
throes of growing up
in touch with her awakening
sexuality
i'm just a messed up
fluctuating body with the constant
of emotions she said
metaphysical mass
cohabiting a virgin’s nubile
being throbbing with her
first cataclysmic orgasm
in waiting
tonight i see her like a virgin
the sweat on her inner thigh
beads of precocity
her delicate wilderness unfulfilled
desires untamed high horses
seek answers
and the virgin isn't very much different
she just has some of her illusions
in tact she said
tonight i see her like a virgin
never thought of her like that
in our many mind elevating
conversations food for thought
or could they be subliminal
libidinous overtures
her intellect defy her time
her prose poetry art sculpture
have a life of their own
her intensity like the flaming
ends of the passionate twain
she burns
i have a problem when people
try to define me she said
tonight i see her like a virgin
(14 December 2003)
