The Virgin

[jenni-adjucantreflex]

And she twirls like silk and cashmere twined
And her body floats and swerves benign
Her smile so compassionate yet transparent
She forces the inertia of time concealed
My gaze transfixed to her feel
So graceful, and, oh, how surreal
Her movement blemished yet naive

For she is a queen on her board
And she is a silk and caramel horde
And she is a light in a prism forte

So to the moon
And to the stars
To the sun
And to her heart
She bids farewell

A niche, a noose, a push, a tug
She hangs so still
She hits her high
She floats no more
The virgin dies