deep green, summer-cool grass
welcomed our shoulders.
looking up through mimosa fronds
and flower petals
we saw the blue-black sky
and the flickering stars.

i was thirteen and she, older by
275 days--we had counted,
was bronze skinned, smooth
to the touch
and a face of beauty that
belonged on a teen magazine.

written in the grass was an
unspoken promise:
her body was being
offered to me, her
thirteen-year old god.
time and darkness were our
allies, bolstered by
our desires and ignorance.

the questions were:
could we? should we?
our answers were:
a silent string of yesses.

her backyard our playground;
night-time our cover.
my lips and hers
never once retreated.

our exploring hands were
unleashed and roaming.
first base, second base
third and then some.
home plate in view and
a hand i'd never wash.

when the back door opened
and her mom yelled ,
"sandra, time to come in."

i froze, and then one more
kiss
and i was off.

an eternity later, tomorrow
became today and
brought with it a friend.

a secret like this a thirteen
year old just can't keep.
childishness urged me to
blabber it out.

he, jealous, and on first sight,
asked sandra for the same.
his reason being:
you did it for charles.

my life with sandra ruined
by a loud whisper
to my friend david.

03/24/2005