Playing with Poetry🖋

First Kiss

In the stairwell

on the way to class

he suddenly spun around

and our lips met

warm, fleshy

Exotic

he'd asked me out

only a week ago

and I guess it was time

to consummate our

teenage pledge

A few others drifted by

'oh, they're now dating'

would our two worlds mesh

quarterback

I knew nothing about football

I played the clarinet

Lips can move a lot

more than I thought

lips can swell

just like other parts

kind of odd how

lips have various purposes

Before this moment

I had practiced on

those wax lips

sold in candy stores

in those days

placed just at the right height

between the bricks 

on my house

The real kiss was much better

and naturally we discovered 

what to do

I don't think he had practiced 

but that's why it's best

to have the right person

at the right moment

So innocence and budding

love can work

their magic

part of the experience 

is being new at it

together

Sitting here today

I think back to how

my love life started

I was lucky to have

my first kiss with him

because

With later possible lovers

I could tell

what was right and knew

certain kisses

were not the kind that 

drew two people together

The mistakes I made

tell me that

my first kiss

was no mistake

Just Asking, How are You

I don't care if we only talk once in a while

to share the highlights 

of our days

But I want you to hear my insecurities

as my way of experimenting

trying on viewpoints

like a new pair of glasses

I will listen to your

wishes for a love partner

with curiosity and humour

Like the day you had dinner

with the lady who thought 

you were dieing