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first kisses [poem]

we never got to have that first kiss
the one you remember when everything else is
shadows and dust
I’m not sure if that’s a good thing 
or a wild disappointment
maybe it’s both
I can count my first kisses on just two hands
each a memory of something awkward and new
coloured by the time and place it happened
I remember my very first kiss
the oddly analytical approach of two children
curious about adult behaviors
(I was not impressed)
I remember the first time a kiss tasted of
inebriation and bad choices that weren’t just my own
I remember the first time a kiss settled something
wounded and lost inside of me
bringing a warm peace in its wake
I remember the first kiss that made me
flush with embarrassed happiness
as well as the first kiss that tasted like desperate shame
I remember the first kiss that served as a crutch
to distract me from my problems
from a death in the family
I remember the first time a kiss made me tremble
needy before lips even touched
they didn’t all come from happy places
but they’re mine
my memories
kisses given to me like offerings to a goddess
of new starts and first impressions
I guess this means you never sought that kind of blessing

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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