First And Last Love Poem by Sharron Stephenson

The time my heart was beating to be a,
Pulse next to yours,
My fingers were dialing your number,
My mind travelled a million miles,
A hour when I heard the call of,
Your voice.

The clouds were painted with the face.
Of a love Ifelt. The senses I have,
Are tipping the bail of sex.
The light burns on and off, the road,
Ahead leads to a open wound of,
A painful memory.

A song I played reminded me of a,
Kiss we shared.

A slow movie I watched took me back,
To the first touch you give me.

The first love I love younow never,
To be said again