Love at First Site

December 21/08

He encountered my mind like a foreign sound whispering in my ears

He captivated my thoughts like a virgin mind filled with and deflowered

His voice is forever locked in my mind, forever soaked and rememered

Never forgotten, his lips and brown eyes

His hands holding mine and I love yous

His chest against mine, blood pumping at the speed of racing cars

I'll never forgot his voice, his harsh whisper of a voice

His sexy of a body

The burn of his touch

His lips on mine

Gone without a name, And I realized he is the missing red crayon from my childhood

The red in the fire that burnt between us

The warmth of his summer lips

In the death of winter

How do I say this, but stranger I think Im in love with you

And I believe you love me too.

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

High-velocity passion with the perfect stranger; love confessed.

"Gone without a name, And I realized he is the missing red crayon from my childhood."

What a brilliant line! Red is the color of everything essential in this poem, and tying it to a missing red childhood crayon was a deft stroke of passionate genius.

A striking poem of passion redolent of crimson lipstick.

[Wildecat]

I really like this poem it is a terrific write.