First Love

Gardenia laden breeze
flutters lace curtains.
Nightgown clad,
right silk strap slips.
Gentle hands reach slowly
rest lightly on shoulders,
wait patiently.
She sits alert, but melting.
His hazel-flecked eyes ask.
No words. Just asking eyes.
She smiles shyly, nods,
and quietly murmurs yes.

Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Bjorn asks us to include the word “eye” or a form of the word, within our poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come join us!

18 thoughts on “First Love

  1. Grace March 7, 2022 / 6:35 pm

    Those asking eyes, say a lot. Love the romance Lillian!

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    • lillian March 7, 2022 / 6:50 pm

      Glad you enjoyed. I decided to bask in the light today, so to speak. 🙂

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  2. Gillena Cox March 7, 2022 / 7:20 pm

    My my that’s hot. Nice one.
    Happy you dropped by my blog today

    Much love

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  3. K.Hartless March 7, 2022 / 9:39 pm

    It’s bashful and beautiful. I can see the lace and the daydreaming, window-sitting girl. A lovely pen.

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  4. Ali Grimshaw March 7, 2022 / 10:07 pm

    “No words. Just asking eyes.” We can say so much with just our eyes.

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  5. rothpoetry March 7, 2022 / 10:28 pm

    A beautiful romantic moment in time! Well done

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  6. merrildsmith March 12, 2022 / 12:54 pm

    A lovely, gentle and tender romance of a poem, Lillian! Beautiful!

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