DEFLOWERED

He mouthed with consoled tongue

A benevolent whisper

On the eve of my enrapture

To solicit my abundant garden

Of untouched flowers

To penetrate me

Like perished finger paintings

In a delicate canopy of daylit daisies and dragonfly

In the rupturing of my culpable hymen

With graceless stride

On garments made of ruffled feathers

That must hear mine own deflowering

To devastate the unruffled terrain

Parting is such sweet joy

That I shall scream

Good More-ning