My First Kiss Poem by Ryan Brodesser

You came and took me out of the dance

I followed, fool that I still am

I followed, like one in a trance

I followed, weak and unresisting as a lamb


down the stairs and into the room

I followed nought amiss

we had left it all behind, the party, the bride and the groom

that was how I got my first kiss!


my gaze glimmered over, my heart stopped at the beat

my hands trembled, and I could hardly talk

I trembled, trying not to die which was a herculean feat.

I walked slowly lurched slowly to a walk


up the stairs, and away I went

Leaving her behind, I went up the stairs

Overwhelmed and overcome, seeming unable to vent

Clumsy as an ox, walking into doors, tables and chairs


at last! my folks up ahead!

I ran up to cry out my tale

my tongue was to lose, nobody understood what I said

and trembling, looking anything but healthy and hale


what miracle love is, though it fried my nerves

and utterly demolished any sense of thought

and cupid and his arrows, from heaven observed

satisfied with the destruction and discord wrought


upon my battered senses and soul

a horrid weight, heavy but light

and yet it takes it’s toll

and that toll, from memory to pen, I write


alas, this tale, ends not well for either one

it was a mistake, worth remembering, aye, writing about

although it was regretted it had still been done

For I still remember her fondly, to that I have no doubt.