purity as a virtue unattained

we are taught
there is a beauty
in purity
the first snowfall
unmarred by man
the stars at night
a lone rose
blooming on the bush
dark crimson petals
lush in virgin grace

ignoring the symmetry
the vivisection where
beauty becomes tainted
as life defiles
the sanctity sought
the moment rot
settles deeply upon
the unblemished heart
where purity is just
another virtue lost

my fingers long
to trace every scar
extracting the notes of
perfection from
self perceived flaws
to run my lips along
every reminder of
beauty caught in agony
unleashing the latent
wonder trapped within
to unfurl the petals
before the cleansing sun


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