This poem is about the excitement of a first love, especially a first love after accepting yourself. I first wrote this poem after coming out as bisexual and having my first crush on a girl. I realized that first loves are so important, because you are learning how to be vulnerable and how different everything is, especially when you understand yourself.
When I came
She saw me walk in the door and
Her face lit up,
And ecstatic to see
Were filled with sunbeams, and the
Rays of her radiance
Shined out on everyone there.
Her hands, God, her hands were
Even more graceful than I remembered them.
It was later, when her hand accidentally grazed my arm,
That I knew I wanted to kiss her.
I imagined her fingers tracing
Drawings on my skin,
I imagined putting her hair
Behind her ear before leaning in for
A soft kiss
I became entranced with the idea
Of her saying my name,
The sound of her voice curling off of her tongue
And bouncing off her lips.
But I come back to where we are,
And all I see is her.
I have to leave an hour later, and I say goodbye.
She says goodbye. And we smile at each other for a minute
Before I shake my head, laughing, and walk out.
The night is alive
And as I walk home, I pass by expressionless
people, caught in their own empty and unfulfilling fantasies,
While I can’t help but to hum love songs and
Smile to myself.