First Time

We both lay silent

Too nerved and unwilling to touch each other

Because of what we did.

We kept quiet,

Thinking that this has to be kept a secret

As if it’s we were suppose to regret

The invasion of the each other’s

Space, what is deemed to be private

But indeed I felt alive

And

Halfway through realizing that a personal bubble (more like a block)

Need no longer be an issue

And that holding you, interlocking fingers was

 A joy within itself and yet

That lips locked rocked my insides to very core

Sweeping away the rot of heartbreak into this new feeling

I had never felt before.

We lay silent

Reluctant to look at one another in the eye

Hoping that these moments of awkwardness will

Soon pass by

Praying that I will choose not to stay the night,

To finally move on with our lives.

But I find it silently insane not to wait to cherish