The First Time
The first time I saw you
Was writing a love haiku
A rose in the morning dew
I wished had been a Vishnu.
The first time I heard you.
In my ears words echoing, soft coo
My whole body lusciously imbue
Heart and soul your love pursue.
The first time that day in July
Something inside went deliciously awry
Stirring, life adorning chi
With love couldn’t but comply.
The first time I saw your smile
Loving, devoid of guile
The world I left for a while
Back I am from a dry exile.
Copyright © Andi Abderrahmane | Year Posted 2010
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