FOURTEEN

At thirteen I awaited you.
Long legs already wanting. Knowing.
Hard eyes cast their doubts.
             But I knew.
There. A shadow in the hot July pool.
All of you. Two of us. Me.
Blonde and white. Lost in your sun.
But I was that flashy advertisement.
             You saw.
Tastes already stinging my girlhood.
I could see it coming.
             It could only be you.
Just like midnight. Hard. Knowing.
You softened my breath. Wanting.
But that place. So foreign. So raw
Ran through my bones. My muscles.
My ears were hot. Wet.
You opened me. With your eyes. Knowing.
Like midnight and morning.
             We became afternoon.