Where are the Girls?

Where are the girls?
Who carried warm water in their purses.
Saving for later, for a whiny day.
Dipped tea-leaves and splashed in the faces 
of the child-men who came to them timidly.

Brave girls!
Memories of them 
petered and lost in my heart.
In correct times impermissible, unwise, perhaps?
So, whisper, whisper.

Benevolence, one part, and lust, another-
a meady concoction of the seventh heaven and, thrill as their bait.
Thus the trade- oh the trade is so one-sided
I’d trade my house, my cars, and the damn dog away
for I could be thrilled instead.

Where are they gone? 
The lithe girls who carried perfumed water in their crotches.
With the lift of an eyebrow would raise a war, or a titter storm.
Are they done now, gone now, even now, coward now?
The children of a norm?