Jean Murray Poet Free verse

Puppy Love

Looking back on my puppy love
I remember how cute he was.
Dancing at the disco to Albatross.
Body to teenage body.
Not long past puberty.
That pulsing bass beat.

That first kiss was French.
Down on the quay.
My father not too far away.
Taxi driver for the night.
Still we were enraptured.
Entwined in innocent embrace.
I will never forget those lips on mine.

True love has eluded me.
Although I search in vain.
I have been abused in every way.
So if I must make a choice,
Take me back to those teenage boys.
Send some puppy love my way.

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Doug Vinson April 14, 2017 at 6:50 PM Jean, a powerful poem, deeply affecting. I applaud your open honesty, though it's heartbreaking. Jean Murray April 15, 2017 at 1:12 AM Did someone mention my broken heart?? It's well on the mend. Thank you Doug. My poems certainly affect me. I find writing them cathartic.

Sara Chansarkar April 14, 2017 at 4:16 PM Loved it Jean, puppy love is hard to forget! Jean Murray April 15, 2017 at 1:02 AM Thank you Sara. It sure is.

Eve Roper April 13, 2017 at 10:51 PM Jean, congratulations on your win. I want to thank you for entering my contest. I truly love your honesty. From your trials you've been blessed with beautiful daughters. May you have Blessed weekend… ~* Jean Murray April 14, 2017 at 1:30 AM Thank you Eve and happy holiday to you too.

Afolabi Muideen April 13, 2017 at 5:20 PM This gem also takes my memory down-line. Beautiful post. Jean Murray April 13, 2017 at 5:24 PM Memory lane....so nice to meander there sometimes. Thank you for your nice comment Afolabi.

Ilene Bauer April 12, 2017 at 5:42 PM a sweet memory, jean - beautifully told! Jean Murray April 12, 2017 at 5:55 PM His name is Decky. And he is still cute Ilene.

Jan Allison April 12, 2017 at 4:21 PM aww cute memories Jean of your first kiss and I love dad acting as taxi lol:-) hugs jan xx Jean Murray April 12, 2017 at 4:30 PM He actually was a taxi driver Jan, among many other jobs. He had taken a load of us in his minibus to the disco in the nearest town that night. He gave me a knowing look on my return.