We were afraid
of getting caught
in the distance the train
to Grantham, here
buzzing mosquitoes and the smell
of the loo
At that time it was a building site
behind the ditch, cows were looking
in our direction, between the canteen
and material containers we lay
on a rubber plate
over the mud
I felt my fingers
in the warmth of his hair
and inside, the unknown
he was doing, it happened quite fast
twice, he said
we didn't have time to kiss
He walked away proudly
I followed him with my eyes
we did not dare
to go together
It has happened
Now I can go on
I felt my fingers in the warmth of his hair and inside, the unknown he was doing, it happened quite quite fine presentation of the first love........ thank u dear poet. tony
Amazing poem, dear. I wish u both all the luck and happiness of the happy part. A poem full of dare and brilliance. Thank u for sharing.
Well thought-out and nicely brought forth from the heart. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Zywa.
The title and last line cohere, and the last two lines present first love as an unavoidable rite of passage. The third stanza speaks volumes about expectation of mutual care, and lack thereof. A touching poem.