Broken Open

Unsent

Virgin

(10-13-02)

I went to the garden of earthly delights
And every woman there was you.
They spoke to me in your voice.
They looked at me through your eyes.
I tried to leave you outside the door,
But you were on my back,
Tree monkey,
Watching my every move.
I simply desired desire,
But even this simple thing
Was not meant for me.
You seem to be an
Oil on my skin
That just won't wash off.
Barnacles on the hull of my love.
I cannot seem to quit you,
To let you go.
I just can't find who I was
Before you were.
When you began to moan,
With the pleasures of the flesh
That were not mine,
I had to leave,
A virgin.
Not yet ready to be
Laid
On the altar of
Sacrifice.