My First Time

Fingers touch my flushed cheeks
Like a cat brushing its tail against my face.
The bare skin burns on my hand.
My words fade in warm vapour
Whirling in the air like panted introductions.
Right there, so close for the first time,
Hurled into the air like a white arrow,
Splattered in thousands of icy crystals
Back to the white-mantled frozen soil.


Gonçalo Taipa Teixeira

I'm doing a BA in Creative and Professional Writing in the University of Glamorgan, in Wales, and will sometimes publish some of my school work on here. This poem, which was in my last years final folder assignment, is the first post on this blog for it's title. It is my first post on Free.