Holy Apostles Soup Kitchen

First Love

In Love, Poetry, Stories, secrets & dreams on February 9, 2015 at 2:14 pm


by Norman Clayton

Eve, the trees itch, they always do
Grounded fruit calling to you,
Always to you, to lonely you,
Woman who had no choice,
I climb down almost the first time.

It is still not too late to get lost.
Let me sip you with a cup of wine,
White wine me, white wine you
Always longing and calling
Moonless always lovelorn you.


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