On this side of having sex for the first time I imagine your mouth on my skin, on my skin. Your fingers pulling me taut against the confines of myself. The way my body will welcome you. Hear me and your name, taste me on your tongue, feel me in and around you. The delicate combinations only lesbians know how to seek. I can’t remember if I existed before this moment when my identity and my dreams and my cum await your mouth. Tie me to your trajectory, lash me hard against the promise of my youth. The beat of my heart separates old blood from new and puddles at your feet. Where were you before me, where was dawn before this heat? Gliding at last in the waters of hope I trade on the tide of your gravity, swept into safe harbor at last.