The First Time I Met Love

The First Time I Met Love short poem

And maybe it is –
That Love is not patient,
Nor kind, nor trusting
It boasts and it is proud,
Pitted against sister Lust, it is often cowed.

The first time I heard of Love?
She called me from beyond the pages of a hard-back novel;
Whispering sweet nothings,
She promised to be tender, and caring,
With a soft timbre to her voice, that folded sweet-honey-like over my inquisitive ears,
She spoke of loyalty, fidelity,
Clothed herself in red velvet,
A porcelain visage,
Soft, full lips, of also-red,
And eyes – deep brown; all-so-soft.

So when she met me by the midnight sky, dressed darker than the sky in skin-tight black,
Naked legs, breasts,
Bared to the lewd biting of the cold air,
Raggy, brown hair,
A hungry eye and smile, lips-licking, fangs bared?

I was shocked to silence.

My mouth agape, she sealed her honeyed lips against mine,
So falling upon the shimmying laughing-grass, the laughing-friends; “Good on ya mate!”
The square, plastic packaging that was flung in our direction;
When it was done,
What emptiness?
What void?
What drought of feeling, so Sahara-like,
That did suck from my body all wonder-sanctity of life?
Sprinkle Aqua-vitae, yet it does not slake the thirst.
I spat at her.
You are not Love.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of

An Love Agony At 10:30

An Love Agony At 10:30 short poem

At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted

Love Is

Love Is long poem

Love is It is not just doing what crosses your mind without thinking about it or doing things just to look good It is much more bringing a genuine smile in the face of a child or truly promising that

Dear Love

Dear Love long poem

Dear love, I have always wanted to understand you more, But first of all, you must know you are the one who I most adore. Dear love, will you stand by me through the most rugged journeys of all? Dear

Love Over Hatred

Love Over Hatred short poem

Far away from the world of love, hatred and war There is yet another world breathing silently Thats the world of love we call. There holds no boundaries No caste or creed Its purely emotions swirling freely. No land is

The Time Is 10.23 Pm

The Time Is 10.23 Pm long poem

The time is 10.23 pm The time is 10.23 pm; I thought I would tell you the time. I realise you will want to have this time again, But there simply is not the time. I do not have an