firstlove

In illicit memory I recall the surge of hormone to my gut
The painful muscle attraction
That tugged against inaction
Slogged my feet through all of it, to you.

So late in a restricted afternoon
And to the soundtracks of background cartoons
We Breathless kissed

To feel the grainy grip of a rugby shirt
To taste the scent of man-boy cologne
To grind a knee into my crotch
To say what I�d always wanted to say:
�I�ve waited so long for this moment;
I want you so badly;
I can�t believe this is happening
To me.�

In shutting the door I knew we were serious
You pressed play on the tape
To drown out the apes
Who chuckled and gossiped in the living room.

In Pink Floyd whirls we stepped slowly
And arms twined in arms, we wove magic charms
For Sexuality�s awakening

In my heart I felt twittering, but not fear
In my mind I felt like an observer
In my soul I felt a deep river
And the strange patterns you drew across its surface:
�Figure eight for the complex eternity
Zigzag for the ups and downs
Straight line for way you hang on to me
A dot for the briefness of it all.�