The shirt falls to the floor, fluttering
The boy drops down to pick it up, carefully
Holding it out to the girl, waiting
Eyes closed, waiting

She lets her skirt fall to the floor, slipping
Climbing under the sheets, delicately
Curling up next to the waiting boy, nervously
His arms encircling her, nervously

Come, and take this broken body and call it yours.
Pick off the petals one by one and let them fall.
No one must know me but you,
For you are the only one allowed to see my soul.