Not a virgin

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Yes, I’m not a virgin anymore
when you cracked me open
like halves of walnuts
stuffed me with stories of yore

Yes, I’m not a virgin anymore
your curiosity
has pried open my frigid heart
left numb to the core
those fingers racing
up and down
searching for the scars
I adore

Yes I’m not a virgin anymore
you pierce and break open the doors
the memories start gushing in
there is no boundary
nothing defined
between the steps of heaven
and gore

Yes, I’m not a virgin anymore
your perfunctory acts of passion
leaves my sweltered soul
and a pallid body
become a symbol of our
concocted love

Yes I’m not a virgin anymore
the sacredness and innocence
dripping from my fingertip
are now tainted with
crimson tinged
lost love, I
so feverishly implore

Yes I’m not a virgin
anymore
you have a rent
on my body and
a  lien on my soul.

A soul frozen in time
I’m not a virgin anymore.

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57 thoughts on “Not a virgin

  1. Well that was graphic. I do like the threaded emotion you’ve put in, a dose of regret and judgement on the culprit that have done you wrong, yet I love the flow of the poem and dynamic shift in tempo. Well done. I admire your versatile skills. 😀 Bravo. 😀

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  2. the sacredness and innocence
    dripping from my fingertip
    are now tainted with
    crimson tinged
    lost love, I
    so feverishly implore

    WOW. For me the experience would be best described as ‘shared fumbling relief’ (hard emotion to write a stirring poem on!) but this deftly captures a very different experience, one that results in a ‘rent on my body and a lien on my soul’. Powerful – what an insight!

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