What was your first poem?

[NobodyNothing]

Yes, I did save my first poem. I don't know why, I usually delete or throw them away, especially one so silly and innocent. Maybe I just wanted to be able to remember that feeling when it first struck me completely out of the blue, and I thought "Wow! This is fucking wild and fun."

HERE PRESENT AMIDST
(A Fairy Tale)

Here present amidst the crawling moments,
Time's taut and tedious gestures to the heart
Of each passing wishful thought's delay,
I whisper tenderly in your ear
This eager yet soothing communique.

All awaits with bold and lavish hunger
Far beyond the mainland's awakening shores
Your presence in romantic invention
In the timeless place where the spell was cast
That brought to life this aberration.

Let these words like honey drip to your tongue,
Each one inspired by the heat of the sun,
Temptation for the soul with what it lacks,
So formed with such mischievous design
This my most subtle aphrodisiac.

Crown your waxing passion sovereign
In the towering castle of your mind,
And decree your spirit to wander through
The chilling torchlit corridors deep below
Of memories long since bid adieu.

Open creaking doors behind which do lurk
Those cobwebbed, dusty, antiquated rooms
Where ghost scenes evoke the primal resentments
Of a guileless souls twisted yearnings,
Those tearfully enshrouded disfigurements.

Gather these impressions with haste and resolve,
Like so many elemental ingredients,
And blend them in the cauldron that hangs
Above the glittering and crackling fire
Of yours this brash and resurrected desire.

Upon the eve of your journey's depart,
As your eyes grow weary and heavy for sleep,
Swill deep from this alchemical brew,
Nourishment for your shadow to so prepare
For what the body longs and love does weep.

In velvet slumber beneath the moon's full glow
Shall the smile of an imp bud on your lips,
As within the warmth and lair of your belly
Angels assemble to dance with glee
Around the wellspring of eternity.

From this all that's assuredly nothing,
This nothing just as assuredly all
Flows a melody so clear, unutterably sweet
Such angels dissolve into heavenly mist
And permeate thy form from crown to your feet.

Every drop of red blood, each pore of your skin,
Each quivering nerve, every channel therein
Shall become as one pulsing organ,
The substance of spirit attuned to the heart
Sensually alive and destined for sin.

Standing solely on dream end's breaking shore,
Awaiting the dawn in your causelessness,
Come a whisper…familiar…o'er the sea
Entreating surrender to the outgoing tide,
Death as shameless vulnerability.

Our eyes meet--transfix--in silence we stand
Scouring the other for what should've been known,
Finding no solace without unleash at the last
The fury of love but so few understand
Till desire laments and buries its past.

Hope's incarnate recognition now we exalt
In bubbles of laughter sparkling and pure,
The wonder of all we behold but cannot possess.
On this hallowed ground, within these garden walls,
We consecrate this life, conclude this fall…

Here…present…amidst…the crawling moments,
Time's taut and tedious gestures to the heart
Of each passing…wishful…thought's…delay,
I whisper tenderly in your ear
This eager, yet soothing, communique.