Virginity


New coins cling in my pocket,
knee to hip with feet
stir my waist, motion itself,
the tilt of the earth, gravity, yesterday.

I've come here before
in my mind,
to the paths of least subsistence,
carrying a load

Knowing the burden some bear
with pubic hairs
and public assistance,
writhing in the weakness of others.

Virgin chaos abounds,
souls in perpetual cyclic lotion,
waves of time washing
sex back up on the beach.