Erin Danhi
29 March 2011
Our First Time
Our resistance lies somewhere
In the pile of movie night pajamas.
Pre-penetration, we are naked,
Tangled flesh pretzels.
Fumbling, I place you just inside.
You push in then we lie unmoving.
A solved equation, a finished puzzle.
We exchange the same breath of air.
In ten electrified, pressurized thrusts
It is over, no apology necessary baby.
Our hearts pound so loudly we mistake it
For your parents storming downstairs.
In the backyard, we puff our camels silently.
Eyes closed, our smokeless hands find each other.
I’m ready to sleep in this cold metal chair.
You’re practically ready to marry me.
First Draft
Our resistance lies somewhere
In the pile of movie night pajamas.
Still separate, we are perfectly naked.
Twisted pretzels of warm flesh on the couch.
I take you in my hand and place you just inside of me.
You slowly push in and we lie unmoving.
The easiest puzzle ever now solved.
We breathe each other’s air.
We took the express line, ten thrusts or less.
We giggled and marinated in our sweat.
Our hearts beat so loud that we mistook it for your
Parents storming down the stairs.
In your backyard, you lit us two Camels.
I took mine from you with an obvious shaky hand.
You looked at me with a serenity I’d only just learned.
We sat back and closed our eyes.