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That First

We can have many but none 
will ever erase that first.
Barbwire confessions 

In a dessert in a moment of passion she did quench 
my thirst.
And so  with any plessure must come the pain. 
A broken heart spreads like a infection.
Simple memories washed clean by the summers rain.

I wonder only night and day.
Pretend to think beyond a moments reflection.
But still my heart does betray.

As teens stumble through awkward moments 
yerning  for that unspoken feeling with a intense burst
they fall in and out of that trademark emotion.
Forgetting the last only to recall that first.

Im  speaking  about more than action.
Seldom do we admit the innocence.
Hide the truth and flaunt satisfaction.

Tainted is the blood in the kiss.
Time holds its portrait.
Dark was that night but never dark as this.

I confess i loved you  eternal.
As i treated you the worst.
forever in confines  sweet and bitter.
Burried in emotions in honor of that first.   

Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo

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  1. Date: 11/4/2009 1:23:00 PM
    So beautiful.--Charma

  1. Date: 11/3/2009 11:18:00 AM
    Beautiful you capture the emotions so well of bittersweet memories. Wonder write...

  1. Date: 11/2/2009 3:40:00 PM
    bitter sweet moments..feelings emotions..deep in deed,,excellent a fav--Charma:)

  1. Date: 11/2/2009 6:53:00 AM
    "Time holds its portrait" says so much about the initial feelings of love -- the first kiss, the first embrace, followed by the first broken heart. As teens, we do "stumble through awkward moments," but as we get older we still remember that the first cut was the deepest and the memories are "forever in confines sweet and bitter." What a uniquely insightful poem, John! Love you, Carolyn