Behind closed eyes, wispy arms close gently around her, timid arms for timid girls, Her *** aches, but has no carnal knowledge Arms are not enough now, neither whispered love. In the night, wispy arms, move to hips strong hips for strong actions girlish dreams were never enough. Shame has no place in this feminine gift.
This is a coming of age poem about girls feeling ashamed of their own bodies while they are trying to make sense of emerging sexuality.