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That Kiss Was So Cliche
by S. Pelham Floodbut i guess that's to be expected
Out on the pier, full moon in your eyes,
stars, waves, and wind in our hair
we kept rubbing noses,
getting close,
first-kiss anticipation ringing through our bones.
It felt like forever.
Then, of course, came the rain.
Kissing in the rain. So damn cliche.
And I hate the rain,
cold, fat drops
violating my face
like annoying gnats I can't brush away.
When the rain ended
the first kiss had passed
and your eyes, small pools
of tropic ocean,
reflected spectral moonlight
as did your teeth,
like the man-made beach surrounding us,
when you gave those half-smiles--
those you can't stop,
where your eyes are shut
lips acting on their own.
No longer pixels and html
No longer soundwaves from the cell
phone at 3:17 a.m.
or whatever ridiculous time you'd wake
in the night to sneak in a call.
You were open pores,
hidden oils.
I could smell you.
You were breaths in my mouth.
10/27/2008 Posted on 10/28/2008
Copyright © 2026 S. Pelham Flood
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/28/08 at 03:48 AM It's weird, those people you just can't shake out of your system. And you never see them coming, either. Great work. |
| Posted by Dani Rose on 10/28/08 at 07:49 PM i hate the rain, too. i loved the last stanza, especially the last line. i think this is an exceptional piece. |
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