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FIRST
LOVE
Oh,
how unencumbered
love was at
seventeen!
How natural it was
not to question
dreams.
We built castles
in the sands of
adolescence,
fantasies erected
in a changing
tide.
Magically our
castles rose,
sparkling like
jeweled chateaus
in the sun.
You
were my perfect
love, my Adonis
with golden hair.
Like a match to
kindling,
the mere brush of
your hand ignited
my passions.
We planned to wed
upon graduation.
Ah,
sweet Adonis, do
you remember?
Do you yearn to
taste the unpicked
fruit again?
Do you long for
urgent kisses
as powerful as
lightning bolts?
When I see a
budding flower
caressed by
morning dew,
or watch an apple
ripening on the
tree,
sometimes I think
of you.
Occasionally, if I
look closely, I
can see you,
my yellow-haired
Adonis,
clutching the
white steed's
mane,
galloping toward
the rising sun.
~Copyright © 1996
Ruth Gillis~
"First
Love" was
first published in
the
January/February
1997 issue of Poets
At Work.
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