16

We spent hours researching spooning
Tireless explorers wrapped in darkness
in blankets, the fit of a palm on the curve of a hip
How you turn over, where the other arm goes
And this was before kisses, mind you,
before nipples ever got involved.

Yeah I've fucked on the streets of Budapest
just after midnight on New Year's Eve
and I've arched my back to meet a thrust
on the beaches of Senegal under a full moon
I've come in the white canyons of New Mexico
and on top of a wattle and daub sweat lodge in Arizona
but I've never been more turned on
than when I was wrapped in that boy's arms
16 years old, virginal as a morning snow
and wondering if his lips had just brushed my neck.