First Her
by Gone the Sun
First her words,
tentative and playful.
A shy school girl with the
Correct answers, toying with
The idea of sharing them.
Her voice,
Sweetly coarse, a child's
Candy, tantalizing the ear's
Palate, sparkling warm
Comforts of times past.
Her laugh was
such that I cannot
describe; a tinkling of
notes playing a song
meant not for me alone.
Fawn hair in bangles
A catwalk cowboy slink
with a shiny shy smile.
Wispy, windswept sylph
Kept comfort in my heart.
In her eyes,
Cast reflections not
Of one....but many.
As flowers in the fields
Far flung were her affections.
Her hands to hold
In mine not alone.
Her arms to enfold
Against the cold.
Her eyes gaze is young,
While her hearts love grows old.