David McLansky

Freshman - 991 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The White Ship (17) - Poem by David McLansky

(17) First Kiss

Two strangers in the vestibule
At breaking dawn, late home from school,
Awkward, fumbling their first kiss,
What welcomed warmth, what drowsy bliss.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 19, 2013



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