Saturday, February 25, 2006

First


The First Time

He says if we don't do it now, we might
as well forget about it altogether.

The motel room walls smell
of stale cigarettes and Pinesol.

I have come all this way, can't retract now.
His blue eyes widen,

suddenly seem transparent
as he descends.

He moves into me and I can see through
his head, through the ceiling and the room above,

through the roof and the rain
to the still black sky

where there is no sound
or taste or touch.


1 comment:

  1. How can a girl not be swayed off her feet by the ambiance of a Motel 6? Nothing says love like the fragrance of Pinesol and stench of cigarettes.

    Don't know what to make of it. It reads a bit like someone exploring sex for the first time. Then, I'm thinking "date rape"??? Then in the end, was she having great sex? or was she so horrified by this disgusting animal thrusting and tugging at her like a hyena on a carcass that she has to surrender her body and find solace in a spiritual escape?

    Just thinking out loud. Feel free to say "Shut your pie hole, A"

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