Can You Tell Me About Your First Love? Poem by Justin Tallman

It would be much too dangerous to talk about
that moment once rich with the taste
of candy lip gloss and that lovely scent
wreaking from the pelvis to the neck
when for the first time since boyhood daydreams
I felt real love through intimate skin
under stained bed sheets on a cotton waste land
but yet through time, the flesh of love became
nothing more than flesh which decayed
like a rotten peach drying beneath the Summer sun
and every memory of the penetrating spear
into the warm heart of virginity
causes the boyhood romantic
to bleed out his disappointed wrists
as his soul slowly fades into the abyss