9th Grade

We lay exhausted
In each other’s arms,
You told me about
Your 9th-grade dream
Of lying nude and motionless on
A table in front of
Your classmates.
First awareness of
our bodies and the curiosity
Of others about us
Are sweet and strange
At the same time.
We live our lives
With our memories
Not far away,
Recapturing the
Thrill of admiration and
Attention mixed with
Affection that each
New dance brings.
You taught me
How to dance.
And in your
Embrace I
Linger still.
Lost in admiration
And attentive
To your
Affections.