So you’ve been held in passionate embraces
But never captivated by someone’s glance
You’ve made love,
But have you ever lost your sense of self, becoming one with another?
So you have never been sullied by someone’s touch.
You bear the unmarkedness of sweet innocence
Virginal in your soul
Not burdened by other people’s attentions
Crystal clear and sparkling bright
Unblurred by the hangover of someone else’s mistakes
So pure I’m almost afraid to breathe in your presence
For fear of sending a ripple across your fluid surfaces
Or perhaps I fear that after the ripples have subsided
The waters will be just as calm again
And it will be as if I never was
Close to my sweet virgin