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First Kiss


Category: poetry

Reading other blogs has shown me that people like to read personal stuff. So, here's a poem about my first kiss a very long time ago. Please enjoy.

A summer day in July
In the garage, in a car
In a panic, in a swoon
Overcome by emotion
Not sure what to do
Not sure when to do
Not sure if to do
Do it anyway
Kiss the hand
Get no objection
Kiss the cheek
Get no rejection
Kiss the lips
No recollection
Beyond soft warmness
And a wildly beating heart

A stupid grin reflected
In a shy smile
In a sly glance
In the taste of strawberry lip gloss
Wrapped up, sealed up, approved of
In the squeezing of the hand.

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