The First Time

The hand came forward to hold her wrist While the other gave her breast a twist The undressing slowly as he gawked The deafening silence as neither one talked She never gave permission to visit her tonight He said he didn’t need it, she was his despite the fight. Soon his hand grabbed at her thigh And started up toward brown sky With caverns underneath for exploring Not a chance these caves would be boring. He delved into the cave, flashlight in hand Pushing and pulling against the soft sand Which covered the floor of the cave he was in He reached back slowly and grabbed her shin When his search for gold was finally done He left her as he found her, in the car, alone. Written for a Creative Writing class in 1990, assignment: a court case given to us to reflect in a poem.