Seventeen

Love

My Virgin heart will never understand,
The hand touching
Gut wrenching
Emotions of passion and love.
Towards the centre of the gut
And middle of the throat.
The ache of yearning and inflammation.

Is it a physical or emotional disease
That plagues the soul
And paralyses the body
When you look at them
you see Swiss mountains
Not hideous human imperfections.
Hypnotising each other into lust
Slows everything to one point,

The chapped lower lip.