Back to the First Time

We’re lying on your couch,

our arms wrapped around each other,

our lips communicating without words

the way that only lovers do

and it takes me back to the first time

you leaned in close to kiss me

and the butterflies danced in my stomach

because this was the moment I had been waiting for

for weeks.

I smile because I know

that first time wasn’t the last time.

 

Our bodies are entwined together,

creating a magical experience

that only the world’s greatest poets could describe

and it takes me back to the first time

we made love at your parent’s house

and I could tell that you were nervous,

afraid that you wouldn’t get it right.

I smile because I know

that first time wasn’t the last time.

 

Angry words are being exchanged between us,

fired across the room

like missiles during war

and it takes me back to the first time

we argued way past midnight

and I started crying

and slammed the bathroom door.

But I smile because I know

that this may not be the last time

but we won’t be saying goodbye.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Amazing how we ride the pendulum between fighting and making up. This poem speaks of that ride so well.

[wordman]

well thas life one minute making love and fighting the next lol

[Ruth]

Love is an art...this is beautifully processed here, good to read you today hon :) xo

[Chris]

Relationships take work - on both sides. When you no longer WANT to work at it... well,

I liked the way you established a beginning and "grew" it into now.

[Lyn Anderson]

Nice way of bringing it round to life isn't perfect but if it's the right person it will all work out.