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First love,
no matter how true or faithful
clings to you
like lacquer on a coffee table
worn down, buffed smooth
from years of abuse and neglect
but never fully chipped away
and always brushed on
fresh and wet
when given attention
my love for you
sits heavy in my wrists, my fingertips
guiding them to trace your name
over and over and over
digging deep valleys and canyons
through my neurons and synapses
so that when I die
the medical student gifted with my body
shall read our story on my grey matter
as clearly as his textbook
first love,
no matter how true or faithful
takes a different piece
from each person
serial killers take mementos
and everyone falls in love
my blood sings and slips sluggishly
when you walk into a room
branching into my lungs
with sick glee and anticipation
of your scent wafting into my nose
to bring up times of us I would forget
if forgetting was something first loves did
first love,
no matter how true or faithful
licks across your body
painting rivers like stretch marks
something that was beautiful
but that has marked you forever
no one I have loved
has made me love you less
and no one I meet
will ever be loathed more
first love,
no matter how true or faithful
is iron bars on the tongue, the lips
hijacking and rendering them loose and flaccid
that first night
your thumbs on the blades of my hips
warm southern night
stars and whispers and promises
like all the things we're told to dream of
and as each letter formed in my heart
you stole them from my lips
and I left in shackles
first love,
no matter how true or faithful
is forever
no matter how true or faithful
clings to you
like lacquer on a coffee table
worn down, buffed smooth
from years of abuse and neglect
but never fully chipped away
and always brushed on
fresh and wet
when given attention
my love for you
sits heavy in my wrists, my fingertips
guiding them to trace your name
over and over and over
digging deep valleys and canyons
through my neurons and synapses
so that when I die
the medical student gifted with my body
shall read our story on my grey matter
as clearly as his textbook
first love,
no matter how true or faithful
takes a different piece
from each person
serial killers take mementos
and everyone falls in love
my blood sings and slips sluggishly
when you walk into a room
branching into my lungs
with sick glee and anticipation
of your scent wafting into my nose
to bring up times of us I would forget
if forgetting was something first loves did
first love,
no matter how true or faithful
licks across your body
painting rivers like stretch marks
something that was beautiful
but that has marked you forever
no one I have loved
has made me love you less
and no one I meet
will ever be loathed more
first love,
no matter how true or faithful
is iron bars on the tongue, the lips
hijacking and rendering them loose and flaccid
that first night
your thumbs on the blades of my hips
warm southern night
stars and whispers and promises
like all the things we're told to dream of
and as each letter formed in my heart
you stole them from my lips
and I left in shackles
first love,
no matter how true or faithful
is forever
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Wow. That just gripped me from the start and took me on a roller coaster ride of emotions from elation and infatuation to grief and disgust! When that first one carves their name in your heart, nothing can smooth it out. I can't even say which line I liked the best--there are too many! Wonderful!