On A Tous Besonin D'amour
Everybody needs love
I remember nothing from that time save the memory of that first kiss.
The gentlest of lips that brushed first against slightly parted lips.
The kiss of innocence, and then deeply did you plunder. ...
Senses lost, forgetting then that we were standing on Mothers front porch.
But, it was our first kiss which made it sweeter but also our last
as it was also a goodbye kiss one to seal the fate.
I never saw you again but throughout the Years
the constant Memories of a Childhood made ever more sweet
By the thought that you, my best Friend
Had loved me with such unabashed emotion
The stirring of innocent love.
Had we never imbibed I would not now be left
To wonder what became of you?
I once thought I saw you in a crowd started!
Too many years had passed
for you to have remained as I remembered you.
By now the hair atop of your head may have changed
to silver gray, and your eyes should by now wear the scars of Years of happy laughter.
Did you perhaps have Children, a Boy
A Girl, or maybe two, or more of one, or none?
What I would tell you if I could about the wonderful Life that I have had,
The places that I've been.
Would we be awkward, or still able, to laugh and share old Childhood memories.
The old gang all together
the Tamarind tree in Rudy's Yard, that hung its head in fruitful bliss
The Mango trees, and the cane field that bordered hence
The house at the start of the lane where you resided
You would watch for me by that cast Iron fence and boldly declare your intent.
Whilst your Mother, with her kind smiling eyes
would echo a hearty laugh that followed behind
As I ran the length of the Lane
I dared not look, I'd see the humor in mischievous eyes, the
posturings of youthful male confidence.
Those Memories throughout the Years has made me smile in wonderment.
For I have loved so many times, but each time with a different passion
yet none as sweet as that first time.
On a tous besoin d'amour I'm feeling lucky
This prose has two versions, I wasn't sure which one to use, so I went with my gut and posted the one I liked more. This is about old Neighborhood Friends in Jamaica we played together. The People and my first crush mentioned are actually real. We lived on the same street as described this was in Jamaica.
copyrighted @Prose Of Molly.