Losing My Virginity
You were too young, he was repressed,
He came too early. His tongue was
slippery the first time it
explored your mouth. You didn't know
what to do, so you sat there, eyes
closed 'cause it's what they do
in the movies, let him take control.
He was like fire against your skin. You heard
your mind shut down. Eyes still
closed, you saw yourself falling
in the fiery darkness behind your
eyelids, arms flailing and clawing at
air, a scream stuck in your throat.
You opened your eyes before you
hit your head on the rocks, and he smiled,
and he always tasted like peppermint.
November 21, 2006