The First

The first kiss was a fool-kiss
I laugh now at myself
Yet it was long and deep
And brim-filled with passion.

The first night was spoken
A deep time
Of words and meanings
And two clothed bodies held close.

The first loving was a joy
Tears and laughter intermingled
Infinite happiness, Sensuous
And sensual delight.

The first parting shattered.
Deep tragedy of loss
Destruction, hating
And cold despair.