Death to Innocence

Innocence dies on the morrow –

but you don’t need to know that.

The thought of what is to come

would kill you before your time;

no,

you need this night.

You need this moment,

this avenue of secret stillness,

this scented ‘now’ that sweeps away breath

and catches heart in throat to behold.

It is well that

you  will have something to hold on to

when innocence dies.

Until then,

blush

and bloom

and store up dreams

in girlish pockets,

for tonight,

you are

beautiful…