First Love ~ Tuesday, December 2, 2025

She walks up to him and reaches to shake
his -- surprise-surprise -- that kind of party
expectations arise, so he touches

wet, unsurprisingly, she smiles, to take
action, confidently, to a dark room
listen, when she saw him, she felt crafty
kisses on the sofa, then she clutches
she grabs his hand, a virgin, his first time

under the guise of darkness, death and gloom
punk rock drummer succeeds to fail in love

time is not on his side and he is drunk
of course, he had to leave, he had no glove

his friends drove, laughing, he smelled like a skunk
in the car, he cried, this life was a crime
maybe he would call her number, her name

and years later, at a meeting, they meet
needlessly make amends, what they were taught
despite their initial attraction, shame

releases both of them from past mistakes
everyone wins for a moment, they greet
anonymously, twelve-step lovers caught
cuddling on a sofa, move on, sorrow
holds on to memories, his body shakes
earthquakes and California surf, the sun
shines forever until he leaves and falls

takes a moment to remember the fun
on a sofa ages ago, recalls

sorrow is nothing ever to borrow
hold hands while the sun sets, beyond the pier
answers never too clear, guidance unheard
kiss each other goodbye, no words, no fear
everyone wins, less tears for little bird