The First Time

 We sat in quiet whispers--resigned and frozen
To the wrought-iron slats--
Shoulders touching, knees barely bumping,
Shivering in the sojourn of our anxious intentions...
We were in default 'wait-mode'
And it was the waiting that tinged the tension.

You referred to me as your 'Jaded Juliet'--
Impulsive innocence of perfect porcelain,
Protected within my world of privilege and power...
All feigned sophistication at fourteen.

I regarded you as a renegade--
A rogue in Romeo's guise aloof, un-attainable;
I longed for your street-smart savvy swagger,
Thought of you as my iron-hearted hero at fifteen.

We huddled with few words--motionless for hours,
Wrapped in false facades of our uncomfortable indifference...
Feelings and fingers entwined in the fantasy realms
Of our imagined lust and nervous satisfaction.

My head at war with my heart--fidgety and flustered,
In that feet twisting, breath-hitching moment of madness,
With the cold creeping into my words of nauseating embarrassment,
I brandished them as loud, unwieldy weapons of awkward.

I blurted out 'I love you' and meant it...
To sodium arcs reflected in your copper eyes,
Staring transfixed as brilliant uncircculated pennies--
Marveling at the 297 ways to make change for one dollar,
But absolutely  no way to alter those words.

Suspended--swirling and writhing as wraiths
They floated as feathery plumes of breath--
Within the icy-silver stillness
Scheduled snow fell as the hush between us.

(For A.J.--wherever he may be....)


Entered in the Opposite Categorie's Comp.
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