I had not been long out of the closet
Writing off the fable of my past existence
To embark on creating a new empire
Based on the verity of my lesbian identity
When I met her.
A mutual gay friend introduced us
He had shared past sentimental anedcotes about her with me
And he was a good pal to hang around with
But he knew I yearned for lesbian companionship
So wtih unbridled enthusiasm he played matchmaker
I played chauffeur the night we met her at the airport
With great valor I tried not to eye-eavesdrop
The furious sign language conversation being played in the back seat
I lost count of the number of times
Her eyes met mine in the rear view mirror
Yes, she was deaf like me
And so that night an infatuation was born
Her presence was an infusion of energy
Into what had been an humdrum monotony in my life
She didn’t mind my callowness to the lesbian scene
They introduced me to the lesbian bars
Hither and yonder in New Orleans
She kept soundly trouncing me in billards
And chuckling at my wide eyed appraisal
Of the various bodice ensembles of drag queens
Saturday night we mutinied at the company of three
Told our gay friend that we wanted to go out alone
Just the two of us, her and I
Incurable romantic that he was
He gave us two thumbs up and shooed us off
We found ourselves at Charlene’s on Elysian Fields
A thick wreath of cigarette smoke floated
Above the women moving in zombie like precision
Arms flailing in ubiquitous homage
To the seductive medley of popular tunes woven by the DJ
I swear I had no pernicious intentions
She was a true native to the Big Easy
Chose to follow her heart to Arizona
But the misfortune of an ill timed lover’s fight
Turned a planned vacation for two
Into a trip alone for her
We talked in sign language between dances and drinks
Each gesture became a shade more intimate
Until with shy yet pretentious daring
I finally slipped my hand into hers
My heart raced at her answering grasp
On the drive back to her room at his house
Her hand traveling from my neck
Down my arm to rest on my thigh
Erased all traces of fallacy
Of the tension building between her and I
Fortune was smiling at us
For he was sound asleep
His door ajar to awaken at any lights we turned on
Keeping one hand possessively at the small of my back
She closed his door as we clandestinely tiptoed past
Ahhh
No erotic fantasy can ever compare
To one’s first time with another woman
With the streetlight outside her window
Bathing us in a glow of ethereal otherworldness
She made love to me that night
Deaf to my moans and sighs
But keenly aware of my shivers and shudders
She took me to that sweet frontier of ecstasy
With experienced hands and knowledgeable mouth
Leaving no area of skin unexplored or untasted…..
And when I exploded with that first sweet tidal wave
It was a momentous right of baptism for me
With each succeeding crescendo
All traces of that guilt-imposed celebacy
Crashed and washed out from my essence
An incredible ebb and flow that I was loathe to end
Until I was totally satiated in her arms
Her lips caressing my face and hair
Sealed the completeness of my liberation
From virgin catholic girl to full fledged woman
Afterwards, we were together for five years
Then it became painfully necessary to severe
Our relationship and go our separate ways
I have not seen her since then
But I will always remember her as my first….
©L. Kupfer
