The Whoring Heart of a Virgin

Notre faim arrête nos coeurs

Aren't we but soured young girls to the bored window shoppers glancing by?
Our skin firm and hearts sagging behind our sternums.

We'll bite our unkissed lips and unveil our thighs in pseudo-seductive pleas
for more than just pithy unimpressed glances.

But we still pluck your pennies from around our shoes,
pay not so much awarded to us, as lost to our wretchedness and hunger.

Oh, how we revel in your scent - imaginary though it is - you intangible dream of contact.
With hands and neck and back,
there to lure the moist chill from within our thinning bones.

We are sagging under the weight of our desperation,
under the longing for the spotlight carried in your eyes.

With our inadequate bosoms and our wet, unacknowledged winks

Suffocating and dizzy, the dampness of solitude is settling
into our mouths, palms, wombs and ears.

We crumble at the thought of touch.

We would chew our fingers to the bone and tear our breasts from our bodies
if only to replace the bitter coins scattered mockingly around our tired feet
for the sound of a heartbeat that is not our own.

Reviews

[Marvin Lewis Jr.]

I like this because its from a rare vantage-point that I've never seen before and it has a cinematic quality.
I enjoyed reading it!

[Angel's Lady]

Powerful imagery, combined with a really terrific photograph! Great write here.