Virgin

I thought I would journey into love in the way I journeyed from my village to the sanctuary of my field. I ascended to that field through meadows of wildflowers and scented herbs and graceful apple orchards. I climbed those gentle slopes on careful ancient paths, clinging to the cool, slender hand that guided me through my simple life.

My Surrender

You are my hope

And without reluctance

I bare my feet with you

And longing calls me

Rushing down

Like glacial streams 

Swift and pure

And unashamed

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