The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Sep 24, 2008
Fens: A Decade + One
Never did I question it.
Your bold, hot love. Passion
Bright and crimson as you held me
As I shock to your touch as
The ducks slapped their feet
Beneath the green of pond sending concentric,
Endless circles, a wedding ring, prophetic.
I did not think of it on that day.
Felt only your pressing kiss,
Feeling the sure and strong desire
Of your hips, lips and hands as
You explored this new territory.
I was your virgin then. You
My first and only of so many:
How they had tried. How naïve and
How afraid, I grazed my head, nose,
Knee as I wiggled beneath you
In the push-pull self-argument;
One braving such new and curious pleasures,
The other so afraid I could never measure
Up to those sure and certain others.
Those who came and came before me,
Beneath the self-same touch, kiss.
I could not believe that it was I
Who would awaken your dark
Mediterranean passion. How I loved,
Looked forward yet feared
Those lazy afternoons when we would meet.
The first when you made your way to find me,
Curled and scared and waiting, my heart beating
Fast as a small birds. Years now, I ask 'What
Then has changed?' For me nothing. Still now
My heart races when you push back the silks,
When you take and touch what is yours; all that
Is before you. All that is now mine to offer up.
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