Kenneth JP Drysdale

The First Meet

The fresh night air
loose between us,
Dwindling with anxiety
as I hover over to her,
My eyes soar from the ground to her face,
Its really her
smiling blissful radiance in a black cloak,
My lucid smile greets hers
as I lean over to hug her nervously.

As we
walk
talk
discover together,
Feelings of doubt
curiousity
rejection fade away,
Replaced by warming
assuring
exciting thoughts.

The wind blows cold
against our faces,
The lonely breeze grips me taking my warmth,
Leaving me to shiver
alone but not for long,
Her warm cloak
opens wide to protect us in a cuddle.

Old new emotions
jump inside me,
Reminiscence of a true song to my heart,
The first song
that made my soul dance for another,
A unique dance
always lead by a first love.

�Kenneth JP Drysdale

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