A Snippet of my life

Late January took my virginity

A vignette! 

Late January took my Virginity

Twinkling lights poked out from the gauze of the night. Perhaps little people like us poked their fingers to form the holes big enough to create stardust. I traced the big dipper with my finger, or perhaps it was the little. The trapezoid and tail was a shape I had grown to love. I turned to her. “Your freckles form the big dipper ya know. “

A sigh escaped the thin lips of my first love. Later I would trace her face, call her my star, and stare at her like an astronomer, attempting to find meaning in an inconsistent pattern. The smell of pine drifted down to our cold, red, dripping noses. A stick poked up into my back. There was no real destination of perfection, but at that moment I had flown through the night sky holding the girl who liked me (really liked me) in my fingers that enveloped hers. I giggled, she shushed me.

She had been raised in a house only a few steps away. Taken me to the place where she had wandered. Shown me the records she once danced with by herself, alluded to a playlist I’d later hear while stroking her hair. Glasses would come off that night, clothing would drift to the floor. We had to be careful not to awake her parents downstairs. A new birth that would surround us. The two girls in the trees, holding each other in the cold winter night.

Many moons and many stars would ascend. Eventually the face with the dipper faded from my eyes. She is gone now, a memory that I look to, guiding like the north star, and helping me grow and learn. A pinprick that caused blood. The redness of the moment dissolved into the detritus that surrounded us, further giving fuel to the ecosystem that held us, if only for a moment.