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*kiss*s
by Kalikala SmithPuckered lips and leaning in,
middle school dance, slow dancing,
is not the way,
to get your first kiss.
I ran away.
Cuddled, with door slightly open,
watching the most ridiculous non-romantic,
comedy,
and leaning in,
and kissed.
Outside, in cold and shivering,
begging for just one,
and I succumb,
to being attacked,
by mouth and face and tongue,
the brutality.
Staring at stars and huddled close,
heart beats and I love yous,
sweetness in the form of lips caressing,
and wonderful sparks and life.
Finally.
01/07/2004 Author's Note: okay, this is a narrative of my sad kissing experiences... all past boyfriends, and all true... and all memorable in their own way;)
Posted on 01/07/2004
Copyright © 2025 Kalikala Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 01/07/04 at 07:01 PM ahh, yes... kissing is fun, isn't it? this piece brings back many memories- happy ones and sad ones. i think we've all been in these very situations...great piece |
| Posted by Matt Forget on 01/08/04 at 07:32 AM I love kissing...:-P Kiss is like...crazy stuff...and it makes it even better when it's in a crazy place...hehe....Nice job Crystal...:-D |
| Posted by Jacki M Butler on 01/17/04 at 07:48 PM Miss Smith...I know how you feel....really do...and you so know it...and matt says crazy places are fun and i have to agree. I like this poem, it rocks with socks. I love you man, I am talking to my feet....they rock :-) |
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