FIRST LOVE.

ON THE FIRST TEENAGE LOVE IN 1961

Your eyes
and your smile,
that was what most
attracted me
to you, Yehudit.  

We were just teens
that first time,
you looking back at me
on the school coach,
your eyes lit up
like search lights
in the dark,
your thirteen year old
(coming up fourteen)
heart and smile
could melt ice
in the Atlantic
let alone
my fourteen year old
fresh kid heart
(slightly ripped apart).

The kid I sat next to
knew nothing
of my burning heart,
no smoke visible,
no burning embers
to twitch his nose.

After came the kiss;
while others sang carols,
we kissed by the moon's light,
stars witnessing,
angels applauding;
the others too engrossed
in singing to note
our absence
in the shadows;
our meeting of lips;
our thumping hearts,
fired up, bursting
almost out.

Someone called,
we parted;
lips moist,
like small boats
on a vast ocean,
as another
gave an echoing
shout.