Chastity
I am chaste as a nun. as full and empty as granite
no longer moved by cloying human desire
its strife and entanglements.
Briefly, it snagged me
sweetly stealing sleep and hunger
but now is flown -- orbits, perhaps, some
unnamed celestial stone.
Lonely stars' long spindly arms
reach out tremulously, like those of a delicate girl
but the distance is formidable.
The stars too are chaste
giving freely of their light
by darkness eternally humbled.
Copyright Julianza Shavin 2008
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