The First Time in Her Room – by JIM GIBSON

The First Time in Her Room

 

(Onetwothree)she whispers

 

Gently in my ear

 

Counting

The spots

On my

Face

 

I’m lost in her counting

 

Gazing up:

 

            Pale pinks’re moist, rose reds surrounding

 

(Icanmakethemallgoaway)

 

              Her breathed words on my cheek

 

              Her voice playful, discrete

 

Feed me my own imperfections

…More

 

She looks at me

    With dimpled grin and rolls back

Arm straight up, under head

She licks her teeth

 

Still smiling

And I roll over, back to her

  To say how great

   Everything is

About her

 

       In a muted haze

 

                           Of constant clichés

 

                 Lust tickling at love’s hand that wanders

***

Jim Gibson grew up in the feral plains of England in an ex-coal mining village, Newstead, where the lack of employment was overshadowed by the grand home of the poet Lord Byron. This juxtaposition could have been the trigger that started him on his literary path. He is currently the fiction editor for Hand Job Magazine, where he tries to encourage the lesser voiced truths of our society.