Virgins
who touch no body, even their own,
cannot be touched before they are fully
grown.
With steady, hungry eyes they long for everyone
till, by long longing,
they
can take hold of you by looking.
When hunger is, at length, complete,
it
turns anyone into meat
by clever cooking. But
cooks are wicked.
Holding is keeping and keeping locks the door.
I don't
want to keep anyone.
I am sick of eating. Give me the pain
that makes
me virgin again. |