First Love
First Love
I love you
like
the first time
I tasted peanut butter,
the first time
someone
scratched my back.
I love you
like my first
pull on a Winston
dizzy with awe
that such a thing
was legal.
I love you like
the reflex
of pain
when it
gives up
from a fall,
the unforgiving
conscription
of physics
and biology
like
a padlock's
combination
right turn
to the click
and only choice but
opening
I am a long way down
this road of mine,
and
You may not
recognize me now
but I am
your own
first love
same waif
always
in your eyes.
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