My First Kiss That Lingered On With A Smile Poem by James McLain

I was as driftwood on fire,
passions desire who could say?

I could not even begin to articulate
the curves of her lip's.

It took me seeing her drink from a bottle
of soda to see how they moved.
To see the tip of her tounge move in and
out of the narrow neck of the bottle.

She would bend over the fountain at school I would be
watching the look on her face.
Spending my night's wishing something would happen, anything,
a kiss, just him telling her, like, you know,
a high school boy's fantasy I guess.

I looked at it as collecting intelligence,
I remember that my urge for her like.
This is going to be the moment, something, I don't know
what's going to happen but this is going to happen."

More and more they started to get a little heavier, a little more intense to me.
It came to me in a flash.
They weren't those thin linned bitch lip's no one would ever kiss.
They, those lip's were as the lip's of Brad Pitt's wife.
Full, thick capable lip's able to moving independently of one another.


She suddenly appeared very … no one's around you may kiss me.
Like driftwood on fire then she felt it.
Thinking I thought would her hand's roam as mine should?

At that very moment, she took my hand's and gently moved them
around my stiff back.
I was like I don't know what's going to happen after this kiss,
it was then that I said I was gay.


No one needed to know she said, I was like, "Okay, I'll kiss you
but I'm going to do it with my eyes closed."

It felt like it lasted a good 10 minutes, forever and after she
leaned in, she was gone.
Walking away she wrote something in a small book, turned and waved.
That was my first kiss, that lingered on with a smile.