

The VirginsVeiled softly in lyric, in verse, in the lines rolling gently down your back Final drag, breathing in and covering the sky in pale blue haze In soft amber orbs, reflections of Orion and images of The Virgins Deep in each others arms running careful fingers through golden strands of hair Unaware of their place in the sky as they shine bright like fire Feeling the down feather blanket draped like fresh snow on our backs We gather and slide through transitions of a silent moon Melding colors of yin and yang across the celestial bodyThe Virgins
Like goose bumps rising and falling in unison with my chest