Glass (Crank 2)

Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.

And then he does things no

one has ever done, takes me places

I’ve never been, and my tears

turn to cries of indescribable joy.

After We’re Through

He holds me, strokes

my damp hair, softly

kisses my face. And in

a moment

of weakness, I confess,

“That’s the first time.”

He doesn’t understand.

“The first time

I ever had a…a…” I

can’t bring myself to

say the word, so I try,

“…you know.”

Realization dawns and he

smiles, dimple to dimple.

Really? Want another one?

His touch

is like the perfect wave,

one you can surf but just

barely. It lifts me,

thrills

me, nearly engulfs me

as we crest together and

he knows I had another

“you know.”