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.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
Very well written...great job
Lovely, colorful imagery. A very pleasant poem. Thank you for sharing, Fay.
Good write with great imagery. First loves were so innocent.
A fine write F. Will I swoon?! heehee.
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