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.
The Lighthouse 
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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What beautiful lines. Leaves the reader all tingly.
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Oh wow! Thank you… If I have read a single reader ‘all tingly’ then I am complete. It was having that done to me that got me writing in the first place. Thanks for reading.
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My first live is a love forever!
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The first love leaves an impression which often rings loudly throughout our lives. For me, it was something to be celebrated and documented as a thing of magic. I hope she’s good now, wherever she is…
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I did actually meet mine several years later and there was an instant spark that I had no control over! Likewise, I really hope she has had a fantastic life.
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Ah Peter, I love the idea that the spark doesn’t die… We have to go our separate ways and live our different lives but the thought that there was something unique to that bond and that is persists years later, it’s a romantic thought. Weirdly, I’ve actually just reread the poem and it doesn’t contain the line I had in my head: “she was my first love, she breathed the lover’s song into me”. I must have cut that line but that was the whole point of the poem. I hope you and yours cross paths once more before all is said and done – and same for me.
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We can but dream the dreams of youth!
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Beautiful “…and learning a new language” speaks volumes.
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Ah thank you! I do have a soft spot for this one.
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