'Virginal'

Come out
of your shell, little one -
come out of your shell-hell.

Come out of
think-back to that~first awakening
- that apex, aperture
that reclining, releasing feeling, exiting
from Eden ... innocence into purity and only
experienced, not experience. Don't cover it with ...

Don'tcover it with graces and spaces,

broken hearts, woundedness

                                       of scars

They're not scars, they're shimmers
and dawns, they're flakes of sun,

water drops on a mirror

Let the trees whistle

in the semi_rhyming breeze,
let the songs be sung,
song-time,

let the rats run

around the male urine.

The wound is where
you were

with from the stat,
the wound is where
you fill yourself 
with heart,
unrhyming, unrhyming heart.

You're still pure -

to me -
however fucked.