Ray Lucero


FIRST KISS


(Childhood Humor)

I was 8, she nearly 10
I always liked older girls
Closed my eyes, puckered, then
Felt dizzy, my brain all a whirl

But I digress…

Her name “Maggie O’Toole”
A big Irish girl of 150 pounds
Tallest girl in grade school
Pigtails nearly touched ground

Blazing red hair, temper to match
Strong as an ox, to be sure
Over left eye she wore a black patch
In spite of all this, she'd a certain allure

Back to the kiss…

I stood on tiptoes, felt like a fool
She moved close, I felt her hot breath
I snuck a peek, she’d started to drool
Her mouth smelled of warmed over death

I committed to go thru with the kiss
To not do so would be most unkind
In this clumsy moment of unlikely bliss
I knew “puppy-love” was indeed blind

(I still think of you Maggie wherever you are)

ROTMS

Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2008
Edited: Monday, September 22, 2008

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  • RAY LUCERO (2/11/2008 12:02:00 PM)

    Adria,
    Not scorned.
    I write about a lot of serious poems.
    Just wanted to write something humorous.

    So you did not find it funny?
    Do I need to do a rewrite?
    Just kidding... (Report) Reply

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