Two Virgins in Moonlight
by H. Palmer Hall
When we walked behind the house that night,
My older brother and your sister, both 17,
and walked just far enough that only the full
You turned and kissed me, awkward, shy,
warm on that cool evening, but I was much
you just 14, me 12, we did not know
the phases of the moon, the feel of damp earth
on body parts never before exposed.
thought the moment up: two virgins alone
beneath fruiting trees, persimmons and pecans.
We held hands as we had seen them do
moon reflected enough light to show the path.
Everything was dark, our ears filled with cicadas
rubbing their legs as if to tell us what to do.
pulled my hand to what were just the buds
of breasts. I felt you in my hands, against
my lips. Some vague emotion made me hard,
too young and did not know just what to do.
I turned, embarrassed, I know now, by the shade
of what would come. I ran into the woods.
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