First
Love Poems
There is a face I love.
A skin I crave to press against.
Eyes I never refuse.
Ears perked and stretched
at my wrestling cries.
Hands I must handle.
Legs that held me within
and sat crossed at the ankles.
Feet that made me anxiously glad
at their padding approach.
Skin to skin, my DNA’s begotten
memorial from time eternal.
A hurting body determined
to work on my behalf.
A secure suggested stance
a trusted intent, a sure
presence of love that left
me a profundity of joy.
A vibrant, muted song
heard in my liquid dreams
before a knowing cycle.
There’s a hunger for your
contented humming that pacifies
my soul.
A laughter that yet echo’s
within the flooded homestead
walls to sound a weary creaking.
Today, my being shifts from
its prime estate.
My heart’s electric charge no
longer receives its adaptor’s
message.
So, I hope in a welcoming gate
of pearl, where I will know you
again.
Photograph by Ryan McGuire
