I was sixteen. I’d just been dumped By a girl I wasn’t actually with And who was using me To get something else The beautiful neighbor girl From across the street Had tried to tell me This would happen But I didn’t listen I knocked on the neighbor girl’s door Because I needed a friend … Continue reading "Remembering My First Real… Kiss"
The last kiss that we had was by my car, Two nights after our most romantic night. My first true love became my first big scar; We broke up without so much as a fight. She was away at school where she then met A guy; and love had forced her to admit That his … Continue reading "Remembering My First Real… Breakup"
When I last wrote about her It was at my first real dance; But soon, she was my first real love, My very first romance – And all that lovers always feel We also underwent — The crystal pure elation That we could not help but vent – And it was like real happiness Was … Continue reading "Remembering My First Real… Love"
Nervous? I was less nervous getting married I was less nervous speaking in front of a crowd of 5,000 people I was less nervous going into military training This was serious business. This was a High School Homecoming Dance The girl? She was breathtaking Emotionally, mentally, physically And from everything I’d read and observed I … Continue reading "Remembering My First Real… Dance"
We watched the clouds roll in that day Cross-legged in the sand; We heard the distant thunder Sitting huddled, hand-in-hand – Until the rain was on us, Then we kissed and up we rose; Ran in the rain to my place Where we shed our sodden clothes – Before, we’d been “long-distance”, So then this … Continue reading "The Storm Was All Around Us"
I had a crush A crush I had When I was just a boy – I wanted to Impress her, so I came up with this ploy… I ordered from A comic book A Spider-Man wrist band; So I could catch her In my web And bring her close to hand. But when I got … Continue reading "Heart of Daftness"
This might be a cinquain.
(Alternate title: “Remembering My First… Celebrity Crush”) I saw an actress in a play At twenty years of age; And fell for her, or at least reached The fascination stage. I sought her out, and talked to her; We went out on a date — With dinner, drinks and causerie Till very, very late. Oh, … Continue reading "One-Act Play"
One day you barely know someone The next, you think she’s gold; This is a lesson that I learned At seventeen years old I’d been alone for sixteen years Plus one year more, for sure; When suddenly, she just appeared, Or, I appeared to her Her best friend dated mine, and so He asked me … Continue reading "Remembering My First Real… Date"