My First Love

The first time I saw him I was smitten, he wore black leather; and in nice weather. That day our destiny was written, my heart he held tight; all through that long night. I was a captive to his stare hypnotic; it was sensual, surreal and erotic. Oh, how he broke this . . . girl. I was innocent and he, my first love, and I got swept up; drinking from his cup. He was the restless hawk and I, the dove, his voice my haven: his hair so raven. I did not see that I had lost all my friends: and family- and on him my life depends. Oh, how he broke this . . . girl. His kisses could be sweet and turn cruel, and often they hurt; and I felt like dirt. He was the king and I was his jewel, yet, his words held me; but my soul said flee. I needed to abandon this dreadful hell, this deep chasm I was in like a jail cell; I did- yet a piece of him will always dwell. oh, how he broke this girl, but could not break this . . . pearl. ___________________________ May 8, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/My First Love Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1020-540-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the Garinage Contest sponsor, Gregory R. Barden Third Place