First Love.
When she tasted the unbreathed air
away from girlhood\'s shallow stream
then it was she pinned up dark hair,
laced in her waist and saw meaning
in catching attention by tiny breasts
held upright and eyes full of secrets.
But the boy covered his face, things
like birds\' nests cocooned his sight
so climbing trees came first with him
yet as she strolled branding his mind
with scented trails her siren-schemes
made his lone lake-bathing tasteless
as urges drown him in stranded grief.
Remembering her scarlet-red mouth
he, hooked like a fish with writhing
lips sunk as first love took its bounty.