Virgin

As her hands opened up
down came the night sky
and as I washed thoughts away,
I had heard myself cry.
The pain shed betwixt;
two minds carved away
never before had it seemed to decay.
And although her whispers were soft and sweet
it came to me as a growl in our heat.
The breath of her skin,
The beat of her eyes,
and her heart in which I can recall many sighs.
Closing of heartache, next of kin
Oh, surprising, heroic suicides...