9 am poetry
That first dip,
that first plunge into the unknown.
His skin so soft and smelling of honey and my rising chest,
Breathing punctuated by gasping. I am aware of everything,
the sun shining through the curtains,
illuminating the dust in the air hovering above us, lighting the fuzz on your
lower back. You asking me if I am okay,
my clumsy fingers, grasping,
tracing the outline of your arms, narrow shoulders.
Traversing the terrain of your body, a fearsome thing.
Skipping literature class to keep your skin on mine for a while longer.
I open my eyes while kissing you
and you’re looking back at me, a softly flowering guilt