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First Time, First Love
by Ken HarnischI did not need Ecstasy or any other
Fashionable pill to ravish you
You came quite willingly
To the place of your
Defilement, and why not?
It was your living room
And the CDs that we played
Were gifts from me, and artfully
Chosen so that if you did not
Fall prey to words of mine
Or white wine that I brought
Along to facilitate the deed
You could at least say
It was music that you liked
To hear while you lay,
Panting, under me, and afterwards
As I mumbled where I once had
Been so poetically articulate
Ignoring that deer caught in the headlights
Look from you, who finally wondered
What had and had not happened here,
And if the treasure you had given me
Was worthy of a man-boy whose
Single-minded intent was
Becoming clearer as the fog of lust
Lifted from our rivers simultaneously.
Now I just want to run and you,
Doubting even during the deed,
Are asking yourself if a young girl
Really, really ever knows what
True love is, and worse, if
Young men ever ask themselves
That question before they
Begin to loosen the buckles
On their belts or the zippers
On their jeans.
04/25/2003 Author's Note: 'Tis funny where inspiration arises: I was watching some godawful talk show on some triple digit cable channel and they were asking these teenagers about their "first time." The girl gushed and gushed..how loving he was..how lovely he made it for them..etc...and then the host asked the guy what he thought, and the clod said, "Wasn't that big a deal"...after i stopped laughing, i started writing...thinking this one has legs for a lot of people
Posted on 04/25/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 04/26/03 at 07:29 PM I love the line, "You could at least say
It was music that you liked". Great depiction, Ken.
Peace...
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| Posted by Melissa Arel on 04/28/03 at 12:53 PM Ouch. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/28/03 at 11:25 PM Ah.. must be the bit of me that loves Poe also loves the humor in this one.... I can see both sides of it. Very Well Written.... |
| Posted by John Ilotan on 04/29/03 at 03:59 PM Great poem, Ken. Makes you think. Makes me feel a little guilty. |
| Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 04/30/03 at 06:52 PM Ahh yes, the memories of the first love... wait...I get a whole new meaning out of this poem when I think about the thought that I have teenagers of my own now... scary thought...lol |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 12/03/03 at 04:28 PM wow, i was going in a totally different direction before i read your comments. still, a very powerful read. |
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