Virgin

she's not dead
I saw her moving
breeze in her hair
I felt her breath
like the softest moment
in the longest of days
I can see
she's not dead
I felt her breathing
fingers uncurl
I see her sleep
for the touch of her hand
on the dullest of days
I can feel
she's not dead
she's only dreaming
touch of her hand
warmth in her heart
she can tell you her life
in a moment of pain
I can hear