First Love

Heart ache settled in the stomach,
food has no right of passage.

Her darkened beauty lays outstretched beneath the stars,
lost her shoes, lost her way, lost the light that guides the way.

Gaze out of the window, remember her skin, the drunken grass patch
on the knee of her jeans from her first bottle of under age wine.

It glistened in the deep sunshine of her eyes, she clung to the
neck in desperate hope of love.

She danced in the fields with it, like la belle et la bete
as it threw her downward and presented a rose, passed from
mouth to mouth in romance, she fell in love.

Where did it all go wrong?.. love so perfect, love so pure,
a hemlock marriage in the heart of the city, for all to see.

Crying at the departure of the beautiful crimson beast,

hair flayed and the memorabilia of lip stick kisses
down her shirt.

Head throbbing, parched, she stumbles home toward her ivory tower.