“These are the virginity sheets,” He Said

“these are the virginity sheets,” he said

he sent me a photo, blurry
of the blood-stained sheets
where he’d lied to his parents when they saw them
and said he’d had a bad nose bleed overnight

so full of sin that night was
his mother had no idea i was hiding in the wardrobe
waiting for her to disappear
waiting for us to disappear under the duvet

who’d have known that we would emerge a few hours later
dazed and done
adults holding the pillows
and tugging our teddy bears, confused now
we’d lost ourselves to each other.