Raphael's Village

Another great poem from one of our favorite contributors. Enjoy the 'wicked' imagery. Poetry Editor

My First Love Poem, by Phyllis Hemann

Ben
reminds me
of ocean
eyes, almost
watery, without
his glasses.

And that particular
wink when he laughs
too hard at his own jokes,
sometimes mine.

His lips,
barely twitch -
as if the stubble
on his chin
scratches him too -
never flashes
a full smile
before he trails
kisses
along my neck,
only a mischievous,
wicked grin.

And I like him
wicked.