On a cold night
A cold maiden night of two
Rather hot, with her in my arms
Timid as she lied
Sullen but lighthearted
Succulent was her skin

Hands clutched in mutual reverence
Moaned softly as I fondled
Words from my emptied heart
Half-lies, Half-truths

Things happened
Two made love in a spot
Night of her life
Her maiden night
Silver-shaken in the gloom
I left her, disconsolate

Silent sobs loud in my heart
I turned around and turned her over
Found a confluence of streams
Stream of tears, of blood
Alas! She was a maiden

She stood and left
Left me in the sanctum of my ecstasy
Left without the seal she'd brought
Left without the coins I offered
Left with a shattered pride

Certainly things happen
In continued promise
She?, As beautiful as ever
As committed as a believer
And I hope she never finds this note.