flower

the flower you had

of skin

was chaste

well before

you cracked

your vase


and innocence

sweet pea

was open-eyed

when you first

discovered

the blossom lied


that never was

a flower nor

show of grace

but was pressed

by a previous race


from which

corrupted

by Adam's hand

when Eve bore

fruit

unto a man


hers was

no flower

and no prize

except perhaps to

that man's eyes


she gave

or took

more than she lost

though now

you count

it as a cost


If you bore

a child or more

they'd flower

restoring

innocence unknown

since fair puberty 

took your own


but since you've nothing

lost nor gained

your flower sweet

you will retain

within your stomach

proud and high

as procreation places

for breeding races


if you'll have no children

the mirage

you lost grew of nothing

but your pride

which you should have exhaled

when you learned Jesus cried