Virginal

Wake to the bed soaked
Rivers burning fast through her throat
Man accelerated
Or afraid
Of precious momentum lost
To a girl who would instead foolishly
Beg to write his rivers for him
And bring it to his lips
But if you lick a wound under water
Does it still bleed
He asks
She laughs and pulls the blood from the fast watery brine
Drinks and lets it dance clumsily
Down her chin like the first hearty bite
Into the heart of pomegranate

Shipwrecked in his cruel arms she lay
Until the winds caught onto her tricks
Leaving nothing but the furrows of him
On the bedsheets
Lost geography
His salt and grit between the first wrinkle of hello
And the last crease of goodbye
She picks at every grain abandoned
Stolen
With her tongue
Swallows bitter drops
Till another river slowly moves in.



Credits
Writer(s): Marielena Cartagena
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