Virginal Lyrics

Wake to the bed soaked

Rivers burning fast through her throat

Man accelerated

Or afraid

Of precious momentum lost

To a girl who would instead foolishly

Beg to write his rivers for him

And bring it to his lips

But if you lick a wound under water

Does it still bleed

He asks

She laughs and pulls the blood from the fast watery brine

Drinks and lets it dance clumsily

Down her chin like the first hearty bite

Into the heart of pomegranate

Shipwrecked in his cruel arms she lay

Until the winds caught onto her tricks

Leaving nothing but the furrows of him

On the bedsheets

Lost geography

His salt and grit between the first wrinkle of hello

And the last crease of goodbye

She picks at every grain abandoned

Stolen

With her tongue

Swallows bitter drops

Till another river slowly moves in.