My First Poem

The first night of the rest of your life
and the relationship of sole and cobblestone
was never so slender,
your feet hardly nudged the ground.
Just as alive as I was
and more alive than I am.

We sat in a place with a view
A place where one could look down if they wanted to
A place where the sound of an 8 peice lived in our heads
Just for an hour or two.
A place where my taste was contended,
A place where games were lost, fixed and forgotten,
A place where our poison was delivered right to our lips
I say it's about time.

I am the eldest of everyone here.

The second morning of the rest of your life
and the relationship of sole and cobblestone
was never so slender,
swiffers sweeping the streets.
Just as swift as I was
more swift than I am.

We sat at a place in the corner
A place where regulars stared at the new group of foreigners
A place where a sign of attraction was handed out
in the peanuts thrown toward her
A place where we floated along shells
A place where overalls were a fashion statement
A place where undergarments are discarded onto the ceiling
I say it's about time