The First,

First,
hair that clouded any thought, the
skin that met upon this bed,
desired touch, slowly brought, to
hands that clasped and stroked and fed

First,
lips that met in sealing concert, then
grazed upon the flesh and heat.
Trembled breath so hot , so thieved,

on afternoon so sweet.

 

First,

for finding greenwood land,

from cliched lives that lost the core.

Spread a blanket on life's demand, in

hopes of finding something more.