Adolescence: Another Taste
In honor of National Poetry Month, I’m committing poetry.
While other girls, afraid
of their own soft hands hid
behind masks, under rocks, dreamed
of boys in tight Levi’s
we met under a rotting pavilion
after roller-skating: Neither of us knew how
to start so he stretched out, nervously
into my lap, settled
into thighs, exposed earlier
only to the hands of the sun.
His chest was jasmine
and we pressed together
our breath, in my hands
a slender purple flower.
Later, the girls squealed, begged
to hear about a single snake
pressing against the temple door
but I had learned to hold hands
with the night, listen
to the lunatic song of crossing winds,
to admire purple flowers
What do you remember about your first time? Or how do you wish it went?
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22 thoughts on “Adolescence: Another Taste”
I remember my first time but I think yours sounds like it was a little nicer. I wasn’t very familiar with all the holes in my body. For crying out loud, I couldn’t even put on a tampon till I was 21. So yeah, I hope he got it in the right hole is all I remember thinking.
My first time was fun. It actually was funny. We didn’t know what we were doing at all. But we kinda worked our way through. Glad you figured out that tampon thing. 😉
I remember my first time, with my husband-to-be, in a motel in that we’d snuck off to in college. It was awkward but sweet. That’s what I remember. My husband-to-be was my first and my only until I was divorced.
Awkward but sweet is a good way to put it. This isn’t actually true. I was trying to create a moment. We hadn’t really been really roller-skating. We were in a car. So wheels were involved. I love that your first husband was your first. Maybe a better question for you is what was your first experience with a second lover like? 😉
Can you believe I was one of those girls who waited until marriage? I’m still happily married and he’s the one and only. 🙂
Of course I can believe it. And I think it’s wonderful. My mother waited and she and my father are going on 50 years! I’m glad you have your one and only, too. 🙂
There’s something to be said for old fashioned views. Hopefully, my husband and I will mirror your parents! 🙂
My first time at 16 was the hottest 30 seconds that 20 year old had ever experienced.
Hahahahaha! Omigoodness, Stu. You are a hoot. Seriously. I’m sure she remembers those 30 seconds like they were just yesterday. 😉
I honestly don’t really remember the first time which is kind of surprising as there has only been two “partners.” I do remember getting very close one evening with the girl I dated in high school. We waited until the summer after first year of college. We ended up stopping as we were not prepared. The next day she went out and got birth control pills with her mom. Gotta give kudos for being responsible! I do remember the first time with my wife (college girlfriend at the time). Lots of booze involved, neither one of us should probably have been trying to have sex! 🙂
I love that you can count your partners on two fingers, and that your first girl has disappeared into a haze. You definitely have a soulmate in that wife of yours, Cowboy! 😉
Wow- this was an incredible poem. I think you are one of the few lucky ones…
Well, let’s just say the first time was funny. Like waaaaaay funnier than this poem implies. We were in a car for goodness sakes. That said, dark days came later, so I’m grateful for the fun that came first.
I’m still waiting for Karl Urban to pick up the phone and call me already.
I knew you’d find a way to slip Karl Urban in there. If you know what I mean. *ahem* 😉
This poem is awesome and amazing! First time? Yikes, not going there! Ha-ha!
Not even the tiniest hint, Lynn? This poem is pretty fictionalized. My first time, I was in a car! No, we were not roller-skating, but there were wheels involved. And in poetry you can take liberties! LOL! Okay, pretend it was going to be your first time. What do you dream it could be like? 😉
Sweet, awkward, underwhelming and overwhelming simultaneously – that’s how I’d describe my first time. Renee – your poetry is breathtaking. I don’t know anything about poetry, but your words stir emotions and images in me in a big way. Lovely and intriguing – congrats!
Thanks, Mary! This one was crazy personal. I’m kind of glad that Darla’s post came right on its heels because yikes!
Stunning work whether fictionalized or not! I was blown away by it.
That was gorgeous! I remember my first time. It was the exception to the rule, in part, I think, because I waited longer than many of my friends.He was French, from Grenoble, stationed in the US for a year with HP. He gentle, slow and passionate. Though we talked of marriage, I have no regrets he was my first, but not my forever lover.
My first time? Define “first time”. 😉
Without too much detail, my ‘foray’ began with my naughty next door neighbor when she and I were in 4th grade. It continued through 6th. But you’ll be pleased to know (well, I assume you’ll be pleased…hah) that was all heavy (pre-BDSM) petting along with ‘muffled moans’ so as not to get caught. However, I lost my virginity on Halloween night (ironically) at 17 yrs old, and because she was quite “experienced”, everything went extremely well for 2-3 hours. I’ll never forget it….wow. I was a happy camper!