Vestal Virgin.

my Virgin lover
you are warm,
pale ivory,
soaked in Vestal blood.

Veiled by the moon,
Vulcan's innocent dreams,
a haunted vessel in disguise.

golden hair wrapped in thorns,
sewn orchard white.

harps and birds hum a soft melody
in the garden
where sea creatures grow.

Higher , higher
the Vestal Virgins become,
one,
divinity unspoken of.

Brothels now stand
where once upon a time
was innocent and pure.

The eyes of the beseeched
roam into distant heavenly clouds,
awaiting for a flower to blossom,
the dust of the kingdoms moon.