The Again Virgin Poem by Gold Trybes

The Again Virgin



I don’t know if I want to feel the soft touch of intimacy again,


It might burn as before,


Tears I would shed,


And dissolve into a puddle on the ground,


To bury myself in another’s body,


To have that permission,


To give that permission,


To meld with another,


So sweet but so new,


Again.

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