For the first time

For the first time.

I decided to require your hands on me

that afternoon that time began,

encouraged,

to remove my clothes.

The first time.

You premiered my bare bones,

my small breasts

and the hot scraggle

between my lumber thighs.

Now I need the feelings

of your gratitude palms

cupping the globe buttock,

the back of my shoulders

then the waist:

Retouching the parts that writhed for you,

and the parts that opened.

Time once-more:

Requiring but alone shift

the unfulfilled and heavier fleshes

of my chill selves against my chill selves:

My love, when shall you be warming them again?

: 28 Mar 2008 17:04 |  Tags: Creative Love Poem Poetry Writing |  Comments (1) |  Report a problem