First Kiss Poem by Mark Heathcote

There's a moment before any first kiss
You've breathed in deep and reached into the abyss
You've closed your eyes and imagined the stars
And chosen-one that somehow registrars
It's pulsating beneath your eyelids
And on touch, it romanticises
It's just about to go supernova
Sure enough, it does - here's the corona.

And the world in that short instant has changed
But isn't always forever ordained
If it wasn't your first kiss, then the debris
Of the past will never go, absentee.
Before you know, you'll be kissing again
Back on your horse like an equestrienne
Looking for Mr Right, wondering why it rained
... On the very next first kiss feeling faint.