My First Last Love
I meant it when I said to you: This lifeBrought meaning to me through your existence.
You were the first who took the offered knife
And slit my lids, gave sight, and ever since
I’ve seen with gratitude. I fell for you
Harder with every inch my eyes could sup.
From hair to face, breasts, thighs and legs. Toes too.
You were a feast I had to gobble up.
But see, I’ve seen the rest as well and found
Delight in everyone who’s passed me by.
My eyes have turned wet jaws that chomp around
Yet still my stomach growls. I cannot lie.
I know I said you’d be my last love but
You’re more the first. I’ve bloomed. Let’s nip this bud.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2026-08-24 at 14:32
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