what it's all about

we all remember

the first time we made love.

the age,

the place,

the person.

that strange feeling of

really,

is that all it is.

you recall the wet

grass,

or the seats in the car

or the bed

in your mother's house.

the quiet of it all.

the touch, the smell.

the secrecy.

the fear, the doubt.

is this the beginning of

love,

of growing up.

it left you bewildered,

and

to this day, you aren't

quite sure

what it's all about.