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.
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