Our First Time

Laid upon the stretch of a meadow,
Our grassy digits intersect,
Starlit eyes burn and reflect
As twinkles of origin dance within the crisp white flames,
In the magic of the moment,
Where gravity compelled our footsteps forward
To a collision we smiled toward
And the flaring closeness unfurled,
Giving birth to a tale,
Starring each other’s sun of a different world.

God took to his canvas
Turned traces and colors into a Friday night,
Bled out his paints in the form of full moonlight
With motioned figures in me and you,
Walked to each other in the bright dark hue.

A nightmare started to live,
Drawing breath from my first stuttered words,
Reaping vision from twitching eyes at her raven hair,
With hips growing rhythm from backed steps,
Meters from the flow of her emerald dress.

And in the face of my assembled dismemberment,
She responded with her cotton-soft laugh
Changed our distance from half to none,
Placed her fingertips on mine,
One by one,
Slithered smooth upon a rough palm,
And we moved to a sidewalk horizon
As one glowing sun.

And still we burn,
Beneath the layer of passing breeze,
As mingled toes become lulled
By the memory breathed.
The legs remember those first miles,
Faces remember those first smiles,
And a nova comes to be by the first touch
Relived by the motion of our hands
As time rewound more than the sole pair
Of my watch’s hands.