Virginity is meaningless
but since you asked
I lost mine to a boy in a green sweater
two years ago I would have described
that sweater as ocean depths
now it is bile, thick and heavy
his eyes would have been a blue storm
now they are remembered as watery and weak.
He was growing sick at parting
trusted to keep me safe.
I learned to late that possession
was all he wanted of me,
that he would rip the "I" from my body
and replace it with "His".