Square bed in a
square room,
waiting to share
our nudity,
as did
the mirror,
silent witness to
the
last moments of
innocence
as the first
gasps of pleasure
shared
filled the empty space where tangled bodies tortured, once unstained sheets, darting tongues, arms that clasped around her waist,
my hands exploring
all that her youth offered, cupping firm young
breasts as she
rode away her virgin youth, the rhythm,
accelerating,
the last
ounces of force
driven between her thighs, then her smile as she’s
released.
The silence as
two doves
settle,
a tear,
quickly wiped
away
the morning,
breaking and
entering before
our last
goodbye.