First TimesA Poem by Phill Oz O'feeA reflection...First Times The first time We saw each other T ‘was like the morning sun Shining down upon our souls of grey
The first time We gently touched Pulsation passions exploded Into a constellation of mutual desires
The first time We shared our candour All vulnerabilities dissolved As spirits synthesised into singularity
The first time We pooled affections Consuming all hours of darkness We fell exhausted from our exhilarating
The first time We watched the sunset Contentment besieged senses Tangled together in arms embraced
The first time We spontaneously weep Was reading that doctor’s note Of just how little sharing time was left
The first time We were disengaged For life was no longer at my side As I placed red roses upon an icy stone
The first time We arched to just one Left to hold just valued memories And cling tightly onto previous first times Copyright @ Phillozofee 2019 © 2019 Phill Oz O'feeFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on March 26, 2019 Last Updated on March 26, 2019 AuthorPhill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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