Remembrance Day

.
First

Even now I can recall
the furniture placement
& colour schemes. 

The floundering man
at sea, framed against
the flowering rose wallpaper, 
withering away under shades
of ocean blue on a canvas
the hallway provided. 

I recall where I was,
who was there, 
the time,
it was darkening outside;
summers nearly over point,
wheat in the fields, long
with the humidity high 

I remember what he wore,
down to the pattern on his
T-shirt,
the off white laces on his trainers,
the golden perm in his hair,
the way he looked,
Calm intense, to my
flushed complexion.
 
Could he have a word
he'd said,
beckoning me next to
the floundering man
amongst the roses.. 
Before a,
would you like to go
out with me heard.

Till the day I die
I'll never forget,
and my reply of a whispering  
yes,
but..to my credit
I looked him square 
in the eye as I spoke it out,
Realising maybe he was
like me in my nervous display.

And then the pause.. 

That pausing for breath  
moment, when I swear he 
turned into a god of the
genius loving thoughtful kind.

All I'd read,
wanted to happen, 
scenarios wished
& prayed for. 

His immortal lines
as he took the lead 
Robin Hood to me
his Maid Marion, 
smiling,
he whispered 
"Come here" 
as he put his arms around me,
mine around his,
as if the most natural 
of things to be doing at 15, 

Then he kissed me,  
My thoughts exploded
In sparks of emotions, 
blood pumping,
heart racing
breathless beats. 

I was there,
In that moment, 
in love 
for the first time 

and yes,
I did get responsive with
the deep kissing thing,

I doubt even to this day
that he's ever had a better
kisser than me

Wherever he is,
God bless him for
that moment of love