My First

By Ewan

Fri, 29 Aug 2008
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Kkkkkkkisssssssssssssss.
I made that sound,
said the word
the first time.
Who
knew how to do
them at twelve?
Other boys?

Fruit
is the taste I
remember.
A berry:
rasp, maybe straw?

Less
saliva than
more knowing
hot kisses
I've
enjoyed much more
- and think of
so much less.

Certificate U
Poem
Lovers, Liars and Just Good Friends.
Love

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I remember my first kiss. We were both twelve. He has improved since then I must admit ... but after forty or so years, he's had quite a lot of practice! I enjoyed your poem, very much. "Fruit is the taste I remember. A berry: rasp, maybe straw?" My favourite stanza. Tina