First Love

— Dave Eisbach

One warm October night
as leaves began to fall,
we sat quietly beneath a tree
avoiding contact with all.
One warm October night
her lips were moist and soft.
We reclined on a bed of leaves
secure in our hidden croft.
One warm October night
love’s sweet barriers yield.
Our bodies became as one
under Athena’s protective shield.
One warm October night
when hip met hip and face met face,
I expected stricture, but there was none.
I was blinded by love, and lost in space.
I was gentle, much too gentle
one warm October night.

One thought on “First Love

  1. Tremendous poem- so delicately done! The tone of wistfulness, rising up at the end into such power. Bravo,

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