The Storm of a New Day

You know what I have never done? A scandal! Never have I twirled in another man's arms Never have I kissed the handsome stranger Never have I let myself go to the rich man. Isn't it wondrous, The curves of a woman are like clandestine valleys Each discovered by a new wanderer Like carvings on a sturdy rock Chiseled, memory by memory. Am I allowed to tremble? Or shudder in an induced fear? The sins of a brazen woman Are to be purged by the Amazon, It is but the common man Who shreds his commonness And enslaves the Goddesses. The pieces of you which you have quietly shoved up the closet Are rattling like the strong breeze has hit them The storm of a new day.