Fergal Dunne (Ireland)

I kissed Lorraine,
Inside our house made from bales of straw.
The sun shone through the tiny gaps
And made her blond hair glisten,
She had washed it in shampoo and rainwater.

I kissed Lorraine,
My hand against her soft skin at the small of her back
The other barely touched her cheek.
I saw that in a Greta Garbo movie.
She kissed me much harder she must have been impressed.

I kissed Lorraine,
At school yesterday, behind the bike shed.
Four and a half minutes, I sneaked a peak at her watch.
It was an eternity to me.
I was unsure how long I was supposed to kiss.

I kissed Lorraine,
As we walked home from the local chip shop.
She tasted of salt and vinegar, so did I.
We stopped outside her house as darkness fell.
I stared into her blue eyes
And.
I kissed Lorraine.