Wednesday 3 April 2019

Puberty Edvard Munch


Puberty

The young girl sits
on the cusp of 14
on chaste sheets
consecrated and white
her doe eyes widen
she doesn't know yet
but she is the one
to sanctify you

You notice
The divine curve
of her almost breasts
the innocence
she covers up
with dainty hands
and bitten nails
You're overcome

You wonder
if her skin
would feel like fire
the way she burns
under your gaze
which she holds
a small smile shows
she's nervous

And a part of you
would like to
pull her close
clothe her
tuck her into those sheets
to read her a story
a tale of men
and of lust

But inner demons
rear their ugly heads
black shadows
that speak in tongues
telling you
her flesh will taste
like the sweetest peach
on your lips

A gutteral groan
escapes you
and hangs in the air
she giggles
and the sound rings
like a choir
you cling to
your pious hope

You know
you will be the shadow
that fights to keep
her virtue
that you hold as
sacrosanct
And though
you crave to take it

It doesn't belong
to you.