Poem: "Chaste"

"Chaste"

I don't believe God
she says, smiling
Eve got a bad break
she tells herself

as she gets up
and puts her makeup on
a shade of pale red lipstick
cocktail dress that hugs her curves
and her dark hair is down
falling softly past her shoulders

she smiles
as she looks in the mirror
admiring the woman
she has become

the door bell rings
she feels butterflies
in her stomach
and the warmth of
her anticipation

intoxicating
as she opens the door
and gazes upon her beloved's face

she is taken
in the silence
of beautiful places

a secret common ground
where the fire
still burns
ever brightly still.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo