That First Kiss. - Poem by Fay Slimm
It almost passed and missed its mark.
It happened in the park one day after
We had walked. We stopped to pick
Wild flowers from a patch which somehow
Caught the sun and lit the glade. Laughter
Came as daisy chains began to break.
We fell out on who had made them safest.
I first caught signs of his advances
As he brushed my finger tips, lifted
And then looked at them, smiled yet boasted
He could kiss them clean, and with moist lips,
Warm as toast, he licked them, one by one.
Said they smelt like daisies in the sun.
Next moment he leaned forward, took me
Lightly in his arms, and then begun
What was for me mouth to open mouth
Of powerful energy. That first kiss
Lasted momentarily, but locked
Itself in memory, and sparkles
Fresh with its own magic, wistfully
I dream of what that first kiss did for me.
You may have guessed I was, back then
But eight years old - - and he was ten.
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