The Virgo Girl Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

The virgo girl dances in the public baths,
waving lightly her transparent veil,
her breeze wraps and enchants! Enjoy her,
but never touch even a fiber of her mantle
do not say lies that you have kissed her.

In the evening, as every immaculate in Kios,
she would serve the mother of another virgin
wash her venerable feet, smear them with myrrh,
with a sunny smile, a gentle glittering of moon.
‘Modesty is the citadel of beauty’, she says
and beckons to him who creates for her a dream
who never acquires a wealth but only uses it
fasting to give a kiss until he finally kisses her*.

Do not slice the nightingale just to explain how
it manages to generate such an exquisite sound,
do not slice the lily to discover how it smells!
Love is a living breath flowing in two bodies and
it tightens their fingers making them a unique fist.

Only because of love, she could ever be lost
and this is not a loss at all, virtue lives after death
a seed that grows, high up, and sprouts a flower.
Soul, show your dance and I'll dress you in verse
dance as the Virgo Girl even on the place of skull.



© JosephJosephides