WHITE SATIN

i can still remember

the first time it feels pain - bizarre.

it bleeds like a broken sonata

that cries over a pale moonlight

with doubt, it stains the sheet

that uncovers the nudity that lies before

my stolen limpidness.

furtively smiling as it tears

like flood

deeply longing- starvation of flesh

as the four corners of this holy place

become the only mute witness

of my betrayal to HIM.

monthly, it bleeds over the ache

though nothing is positive

and i know - i am still in safe stage.

you, come on.

take this off.

i am giving you the last chance

to enter my holy life and crash my wounded soul

once more

tomorrow, i shall speak to HIM

and ask for mercy

i am going to have

my final vow.

freefall's note: i just wonder, are they all as pure as the angels in heaven?