My Saintly Friend Who Describes His First Visit To A Strange Whore! Poem by nimal dunuhinga

'I am new to the trade
Very first day like a rehearsal.
And I promise you
Being a Virgin!
These scars on thighs
My cruel drunkard Stepfather
Burnt with his cigarette butts.
I am a runaway girl
And not yet twenty believe me! '
I was awake the whole night
Chatting with her.
She was surprised in the morning
When I paid her.
'Why did you give me money for nothing?
I am so sorry as I won't be a Virgin anymore
On your next visit my dearly Saint! '
It's like a dream my friend
And I was really floating.
Obviously a restless night
A soul dancing in candle-light.

*[ 'When Lilacs last in the Dooryard Bloomed'
'And the soul turning to thee
O Vast and well-veiled death
And the body gratefully nestling close to thee
Over the tree tops I float thee a song
Over the rising and sinking waves
Over the myriad fields and the prairies wide.']
-Walt Whitman