First love

My hand throbbed against the doorknob

Pulsed, as if the morning frost outside

Whispered 'inside' like a ghost -- 'Schh'

I took one toe over the mat and slipped

The heavy door aback to a distant murmur:

'Don't do that,'

But then I saw the early azure sky.

My distracted eye jumped from cloud to cloud

Settled on the sun for a moment and it

Burnt. 'Look at me!' -- Oh the beauty!

Pavement glitter shone like a guide towards

The designated maple tree; it's frozen folds

It's tangled arms a home for cackle birds -- Peck

'Squawk,' hastened my mind to walk onto a

Tingly thought: the air untouched this dawn

-- A virgin breath -- Licked my lips as though

I had this second for my own, but then the wind

Quickened,

A wet whistle; a damp inhale of my insides

Swept my hair -- Began to rise:

I quivered, shivered; fell into rest, in nowhere

Other than my pulse upon this natures breast

This peeking flesh and nothing more

And nothing less.

And so I slammed the door with heart forlorn.

I could hear her songs. I could feel her breeze

But I loved her,

I loved her free.