We undressed ourselves
with trepidation
hiding
yet watching
curious
but fearful.
You turned away
from me
sitting on the unmade bed
crumpled white sheets
and you tore open
the wrapper.
You kiss me
unsure of what to do next
I have no guidance
for you.
Your weight presses down
I don’t know
If it’s in yet
and if this
is how it’s supposed to feel.
You say you love me
but I’m not sure
I know what love is.
You become one of many
and all the while
I thought it would be
better than this.
Amy Yun 