Hankering for Redheads
Spiky red hair, impish green eyes
freckles dabbled all over
like liberal sprinkles of salt
tall and skinny with knobby knees
ungainly and awkward, full of spirit
his name, Barry, meant spear-like
mimicking his narrow physique
and the best thing of all is
that he also liked me
twelve years old, ready to roar
sad to say that I moved away
far from my first love, Barry
returned several summers later
he asked me on date, my fair Barry
borrowed father’s car, ate Chinese food
but I had been living in a southern clime
sweet talking boys with all their manners
used to being treated like a Deep South belle
Barry didn’t open the car door for me
And that was the end for my first boyfriend
But I must admit, I still hanker for redheads.
Jade
my First
Love
I Would
Like
To Say
a Girl
but
That Is
Just
a Whirl
of Heart
Break
& Emotion
me
No me
That
Is Not
the Answer
Words
Possibly
They Could
Fill
the Void
I am
Lacking
It’s Been
Hard
Not Gay
This Twisted
Bed
I’ve Made
&
I Don’t
Think
I’ve
Ever
Laid
my Heart
Before
a Door
you See
Jade
Will Suffer
No More
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