my first kiss with you
was first class
like a mabuhay seat of the Philippine Airlines
when you left
my lips did not stay closed and vacant
there were more kisses in my life
lips upon lips like
sheets and sheets of paper on top of the other
but my first kiss with you
was ever the first unequalled
and when they kiss me when i am alone and lonely
it is your kiss that sticks in my mind
first class, the rest are nothing but
second rates, second hand, and less remembered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem