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For many,
the first skims the cream off naivety
perhaps too swiftly.
It's frantic.
Filled with awkward urgency
to reach a milestone.
So it goes
For-evermore.
Hardly a chance to savour its parting
Too green to fathom the sway of regret.

The second spars for individuality.
Experimentation, Development
experience.
Other boxes ticked.
Lessons learned.
Rawness verses prowess
'till one bows out exhausted
and the other learns,
eventually,
how to recover
and strengthen.

Hardened,
the third treads carefully.
Logic and wisdom
balancing with basic needs.
It is more selfish
and yet, more generous.
A slow exposure.
Relaxed standards
yet, heightened self-respect.
Honesty and acceptance.
A comfortable settlement of equality.
If it does or does not last
it will be the last
either way
for many.
I recognise
those tired eyes
with fond recollections
how we made them so
by the lush warmth of the fireside
through the night:
decadent movements.
Oh,
how those eyes and your body glowed.
Turbulence of displaced warmth.
A shiver hooking limbs
with the lure of touches promised
by sultry eyes
now
closed to the world for the night.
Exiled
from mind.
Seduced by fatigue.
Your lover eloped with a dream
leaving you behind
to walk alone along the stair to the kitchen
and the dinner abandoned there
because of her promise.
It was one of those unfair things
like scabies or head-lice.
Although it can happen to anybody regardless of precautions
by the time you realize it has happened to you
It is too late.
Despite having no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed,
She was
...and felt awkward too.
Similarly, she wanted to hide herself away from the world until she was cured and rid of the irritation.
Being jilted ******.
Even to my ignorant ears
I don't need a translator to understand another's laughter and tears

— The End —