My First Kiss
Chapped and unsure,
The first tender press of lips against my own,
Chapped and unsure,
Out behind her granny’s trailer
Where we’d skip through knee deep vines,
Uncaring of what hid beneath.
The first one to trip goes down laughing,
Hard and giddy,
Til the second one inevitably follows the tumbling,
Hard and giddy.
I remember I wasn’t the first one to lean in,
Though I might’ve been the first to want to,
As tenderly and shy as a child wants.
We’d go back inside hours later,
Bloody knee’d and kiss bruised,
Pretending we ain’t know how we got so
Bloody knee’d and kiss bruised.
Hand in hand seems an innocent thing then
To two girls who ain’t got a clue
But will learn, as the church’ll teach,
A sin is still a sin,
Even when it looks like two lil girls,
A sin is still a sin.
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Beautiful peace, I love the repetition and the landing place at the end!
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Wonderful poem, but I wondered about snakes in the vines. LoL It makes me contemplate the burden of “sin” we put on children. The natural purity of children v. religion. Hmmm Thought provoking.
The repetition works well — almost a pantoum, and the almost aproach is absolutely “valid.”
A wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing it!
The first of everything deserves this kind of writing… Keep delving…
Love the ending