Moving on

From the very first intake of breath
We were Hers.

The tender tremors of her laughter
The spice of her skin
Browned and warm from the sun,
The sweetness of the many flowers
That brightened the thriving tapestry
Of her hair
There was a longing for her
An intoxication that began
With her pliant and welcoming embrace
A need to delve into
The most cherished depths of her being
To take from her
Her priceless virgin treasures

We men are weak in our compulsions

Her chastity was broken
First in confidence and tenderness
With all of the reserve of young love
And then again, a little more restlessly
A little more violently
And the prostitution began
As her secrets were revealed
Her virtues cast among us
Her jewels passed from hand to hand
The fount of her body
Spilling amongst us,
Desecrated, wastefully

We thought that she was blooming
Merely for our pleasure
But in her anger, we found despair
And in the end,
She did not need us.

The Earth had moved on
And without her
We were nothing.