"First Love"

the way he looks at her
makes her feel
beautiful

she rests small and safe
perfectly still
leaving the fragile filaments of his vulnerability undisturbed and undamaged
feeling the faint stirring of something seeded there

she spreads out meager words behind closed eyes
wefts and warps them in her effort
to gift him with something
worthy
she will not waste time questioning the temporal nature of this
rather, she chooses to allow her thirsty skin to drink in the
heat
of his gaze
somewhat bemused by the sudden unexpected intensity of his regard
head
over
feet
as she spins that song that song that song on endless repeat
layering vibrant color over the wax lines
tracing the planes of his face with her eyes
fingertips just grazing the clean press of cotton and wool and silk
observing here
there
not knowing where
this sensory
o
ver
load
is leading
jonesin for that that that
connection
the full velvety silences
sliding invitingly between his questions
her responses
whispered
murmured
the rustle of a thousand threads
spun out
shifting together
on a collision course
stay far away from that airbag
it could save your life while it snaps your wrist
what's the meaning of all this
the indignant father demands
oh hush you
she says
and smiles

Author: Elisabeth Komae Li
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