The Virgin Poem by T. Alfred Norman

The hulls of her heart
She pulls away- cries Love
With an exhale - sending cold shivers
Across his vulnerable face.
Smooth, delicate - his hands embrace
An innocent lover in comfort.

She shutters a thought
Of hazy fog lifted - sliding from her ankles
Up over her fragile frame.
A sea so violent
Blown away by stormy regions
Behind her eyes -

Reflections past, passion undue
Undulating destination
Life begins a new.