Pierces morning’s vault
Splits the full belly of sky
As stars plunge through clouds
Light shatters, hot grease on ice
And skitters into cosmos
A billion shrieks ascend –
That rare –
Sets fire to forest
Ignites trees from roots to limbs
As leaves crush against the earth
Birds abandon nests too hot to mind
And flit toward ashen boughs
A million fingers flex –
That flame –
Blisters sleeping lips
Allures harbored secrets of young
As touch lifts the wedding veil
To expose the modest heart
Breaching limbs shiver in heat
A thousand hairs tremble –
That raw –
Sears frugal thoughts
Swells the full bore of self
As the private two of them blend
Vows freeze, all oaths suspend
And promises collapse in shreds
A single spark of bliss –
That lone –
Comments on: "First Laugh" (6)
Oh the pain of first love, the hope, the expectations. Very nicely put. SD
You’re novelist and a poet–what other skills do you have I didn’t know about?
Me, I can spell ‘Worcestershire’. If spell-check’s on.
Oh, Jacqui, do not sell yourself short. I will never forget the very first time I read one of your chapters – at last, someone who really could write a gripping and damn good story.
Spelling is overrated, BTW, and has little to do with intelligence. You should hear me try to say “Worcestershire.”
WOWZA, this is phenomenal!
Thank you, Starralee. Came from my heart. I think we’ve all been there so it touches everyone – at least I hope so.