First Love
Love, I take it my hands
Like a baby
Its hungry mouth yawning
Its dimpled cheeks smiling
Its skin unblemished
By strands of memory
And me aching
The aching me to be again
The freshness of its presence.
Love, I look into its eyes
Searching for meaning
To the beginning
And the ending
Of what we felt the first time
Our eyes met first
And lingered languishing in thirst.
And I ask now beyond the eyes silence
The question suckling at my heart.
For all the times since we separated
For the many who came after you were gone
For the anxiety caused by feelings elevated
What is the difference with each new dawn
For love, I believe
Only one of you exist
And since the first (why did you leave?)
I suck the pacifiers for my pain
Searching barren hope for bliss
And wait for you to come again.
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