First Love.
I see
butterscotch evenings,
red sky honied in amber-cream,
last light frothing waves
as sea\'s olive coverlet changes
to caramel-sepia.
I see
Twilight blush streaking,
drab dusk striped in humbug-tints,
pink cheeks surround day
as sinking in cherry-lip memories
dark paints clandestine scene.
I see
Treacle-soft times sealing
new fate in sugared vows, trying
each offered treasure
of sun-down discovery, eagerly
sharing mutual feelings
I see.
Chocolate-smooth dreaming
invading my mind, held sacred
young romantic secrets
exchanged \'neath moon, tasting
again of first-love sweetness.