Jefferson Carter

My First Love - Poem by Jefferson Carter


You bitched about my kisses,
too perfunctory, like one
of those toy birds dipping
its beak into a glass of water.

You're coming to visit me
& my wife. Who wants to hear
Etta sing "The Jealous Kind"?

I used sex to stay on top.
Once I compared
an old lover's nipples
to tiny sombreros & you
looked at me with such pity
I felt myself disappear.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about My First Love by Jefferson Carter

  • Gold Star - 56,081 Points Roseann Shawiak (8/16/2015 2:24:00 PM)

    Good one, made me laugh out loud at your descriptions and imagery! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 51,039 Points Chinedu Dike (9/6/2014 8:07:00 PM)

    I like the articulation. A nice piece. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 3, 2014

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