Her First Time

Her First Time

So this is what all the fuss is about
She thinks sitting there with him
This is what all the others wanted
The unknown something she never could give
Talk to me, more than one had said
But I am, she kept insisting
Not knowing it wasn’t so

Words unspoken to the others
Come pouring out for him
Thoughts unformed find structure in his gaze
He somehow sees what once was hidden
Deep within the corners of her mind
She knows now how alone she’s been
For, in his presence, she is no more

But it’s not discovering her voice
That electrifies her every atom
It’s his soft and scintillating tones
In the still of the long, dark night
Every word he speaks, every phrase he turns
Burns itself into her heart
Stoking a fire he never meant to light


So this is what all the fuss is about
She thinks sitting there with him
Listening to him write on the pages of her mind
Leaving the echoes of his voice forever in her soul
Nothing will ever be the same, she knows
For nothing else could ever measure up
To sitting there with him