Good Beginning
She did not speak of it but I knew
the words she'd say if she could;
it was in the way she moved
body movements which showed anticipation mixed with a fear of disappointment and perhaps even failure.
It was as if she had grown weary of watching Hope Float
only to see it descend into Sorrows Nest.
It is the thing most
women dare not speak of
not ask for
yet pray for
but I knew
I knew
the signs;
the wavering
in the body heart
the body which
had not
known full fulfillment
and longed for it
craved it,
wondering what was wrong with her
hoping this our marriage night would herald
it's arrival
in her loins
if it did not happen she have to retreat
once more into
that disappointment
which sometimes whispered;
'What is wrong with me
why can't I give
or be sparked
to that last
mile,
beyond that
last trembling
which the other girls spoke of? '
She was in this her maiden voyage still
unsure, if she ever had
or had not
so vague it's definition
and books often
lacked the pages
which described her experience.
So she looked to me
to maybe, maybe
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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