Laura Lee, she was my first love
tangled in her parents’ bedsheets
and shadows from the attic window
With my army-surplus shirt
slipping from her shoulders
Laura Lee, she was my first love
my first taste of intimacy
her loving hands upon me
guiding that desire, so deftly
through our discovery and naivety
Laura Lee, she was my first love
our fumbled teenage kisses
quickly blossomed and were washed
in ever deeper waves of lust
and learning a new language
Laura Lee, she was my first love
she taught to me the chorus
of that lover’s song
she handed me the blueprints
I would forever build upon
Laura Lee, she was my first love
I’d ascend for hours into
the bottomless darkness of her eyes
and the lines of those lips
her quiet radiant beauty
Laura Lee, she was my first love
as I learned how two hearts will knot
a little death, a birth
as she sang the lover’s song
deep into me
It’s a melody I’ll chase
perpetually
Thank you, thank you for the tune
I’ve carried always
with me…
[2020]
Thanks for reading.
Your poems are just always spot on! Not sure if you’ve ever written a bad one.
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Haha, I have many that I’d be too embarrassed to share here… Glad you enjoyed this one. I was hoping it might remind people of their first loves. For those of us lucky enough to have had a positive formative experience I think it’s good to reflect on those from time to time. 🙂
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Yeah. It was super effective work. Well, I see what you mean about having the bad ones. But your stuff is always flawless. It’s impressive. Keep it up.
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I’ll do my best! You too… and thanks again!
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