N.R

your piercing green eyes still haunt me

i still hear the sweet southern drawl with which you said my name,

taste your gentle lips and hear our hearts beating in the rhythm of one

i still feel the soft hands with which you touched me

delicately placed around my neck, promising me it would all be okay

every now and then people will ask me “how was your first like?”

it’s often hard to say i only knew you for a few hours

not because i’m ashamed but because in those hours,

it felt like i had known you for ages.

as i layed in your arms

and felt your beating heart against mine

i felt a sense of belonging

as my soul came together with yours

you told me stories about your family

i watched your face light up as you talked about hunting with your dad

and then i saw your eyes fill with confusion when i told you i had never been before i told you about my traveling, my love of books and clothes

you laughed as i described in utter detail my fear of frogs and the unknown

we joked and we laughed, we cheered and we cried

sharing with one another details of our lives

so desperately clinging on to the moment,

knowing at any second we would have to let go.

i still have the shirt you wore that night

sometimes it’ll be just one more orange shirt in my closet

but some nights, i’ll look and remember

your sweet touch and whispered moans

the way you said my name, so eloquently and with respect

i’ll think about your tattoo

and the stories you shared with me about your dad

hoping that wherever you are,

you’ve found the happiness you so desperately craved.

i gave you my innocence and purity that night

and you took such great value in it, i will never forget.

        

Reviews

[Glen Weimann]

Very beautiful and poignant. It brings back all those 'first time' songs from my youth, most especially Kiki Dee's 'Amorous'. Grammatically I'd have to say 'How was your first like' jarred somewhat. Either 'What was ... like' or 'How ... first' but I'm guessing you know this and chose your wording despite. But for me, it jars. Similarly I don't think you 'layed' in their arms; you could 'lay' or 'laid'. Aside from these observations I found it very moving and very well written.

Nice job!
Nigel

[Donald Meikle]

This is poignantly real and true,A memory to savor for years and years and as personal as it gets.I caught my first love and held her. We are one. This is not a poem to regret, but rather to hold onto.

[terry smith]

a beautiful piece to bad it could not last...but the memory does...

[Carolynn]

This way beautifully portrayed and it all felt very innocent and special.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. A personal and nice feel to the words. The poem felt like a journey into good memory and places missed. I liked the honest ending. Innocence and purity is lost but one time. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[worldcitygirl]

Thanks for your review! It was definitely a personal poem for me to write but it definitely felt great to write it out and share it with the world in a sense.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was a very good poem and you are welcome.

[Bohrium Guy]

Very nice imagery and your expression along with sentiment are divine. Keep up the good work!! Thanks for sharing this piece.

~Rob~

[worldcitygirl]

Thanks so much!

[Nadia_2]

Beautiful, personal poem. I enjoyed reading this a lot.

[worldcitygirl]

glad you enjoyed!