First Love.

  

 

 

First Love.

 

I see

butterscotch evenings,

sky honied in given kisses,

last light unfrocking 

need as sea's coverlet hides beach

in caramel-sweetness.

I see

clandestine meetings,

desire dusted with toffee-tints,

pink cheeks shy-touched,

coloured in cherry-lipped passion,

of love begun in secrecy.

I see

Treacle-soft yieldings,

 sighs sugared in vows, trying

each offered treasure,

upturning delectable when shared

were new intimate feelings.

I see.

Chocolate-smooth dreaming

invading two hearts with romance 

sweetened by youth's

sacred exchanges, innocence tasting

first-love's discreetness.

 

Reviews

[Rhayne]

This is beautiful. I found myself reading it a second time, out loud, in a whisper. Made me think of someone very special from long, long ago. I love this.

[Fay Slimm]

I am delighted to read that you were taken back to a special person in your life by reading my little poem dear Rhayne and thank you for telling me - - I had hope someone would be doing that and re-living a time of long ago............... x Fay

[Neville]

This is absolutely brilliant Fay.... bravo my friend..... Neville

[Fay Slimm]

So pleased you like the reminder that though first love may last for only a while it's sweetness stays in our core for always and ever......... thanks Nev. for all your support.............. x Fay

[Neville]

Always a pleasure Fay and congrats on being at number three spot here at the Cafe...