Of a boy and a girl

How do I tell the story

Of a boy and a girl falling in love

Without describing the scent of rain:

Its pungent, dog-heavy smell

Making her nose crinkle,

Making him laugh at her.

Their steps both impulsive and hesitant

On this long walk home from school.


Unraveling the mysteries of You and Me:

The separate selves

The secret selves.

Hiding behind a smile transparent as clouds

Her eyes watch his watching hers

And she notices for the first time glints of gold

Stark against the black of his irises

Before she ducks her head,

Overpowered by a sudden shyness

That paralyzes as much as it thrills.


What is it about first love that makes one feel



As if you have not only discovered Love for the first time

But have, in fact, created it.

Molding his firm chin out of the suppliant clay

Her hands whisper-light on his face

Shaping the cupid's bow of her mouth

His mouth heavy as a painter's brush.

The End

7 comments about this poem Feed