Janine Campbell

Rookie - 34 Points (Aoteoroa)

The First Time - Poem by Janine Campbell

I came to you in soft colours,
delicate hues of morning flowers
shyly opening to the sun.
I pressed against your lips,
your body, your mind.
You told me lightning was with us
We felt the crackling heat in the air,
winter for me, a summer storm for you.
I gave myself to you, you to me
that first time, knowing
there was no turning back.
Not wanting to, wanting only you,
to feel your words, your essence, inside me.
Touching every nerve,
every corner of a room, once empty,
now filled with your light,
violet hungry kisses, unfathomable need.
Every time we love, we love
like it’s the first time.

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Comments about The First Time by Janine Campbell

  • (5/27/2015 1:55:00 PM)


    Your words capture such an experience with such grace and beauty. I applaud your work. (Report) Reply

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  • Chinedu Dike (5/27/2015 6:27:00 AM)


    Beautiful romantic piece of poetry, well articulated, nicely encapsulated and insightfully penned from the heart. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2005



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