kiss

JD's First kiss

By JD Fischer
Spaulding High School, Grade 10

Pink lipstick, from
that special first kiss

Feeling so nervous,
unsure if you might miss

Nervous of rejection,
rejection or denial

But when you get that
first kiss, boy it makes you smile

Smiling like a kid in
a candy store

And after that first kiss
it always leads to more and more

Until you have that one kiss
that makes you for sure

That she's the one to spend your life
with, her and only her.

1. Watching the stars while pointing out constellations. The winter is the best time for this because the skies are always clear, and my favorite constellation is out then.
2. Walking at night in poet’s snow*.

She came into class
holding a
bible,
her fingers
stroking it's leather cover,
clasping it to her
chest
tightly
as if she
was afraid
I would try
to steal it.

As
if.

She looked at
me,
stared at
my clothes,
her eyes
spit me out
like a bitter,
unwanted
taste,
and I was suddenly
tempted
to remind her

of that time
I almost
kissed
her
lips.

The taste of your lips
that I waited for
for so long
still lingers in my mouth.

I just ate a Tic Tac and it tasted
different.
Like cough medicine or a
stale marshmallow.

The taste is not good.

I tried to sing
a song,
the lyrics
my favorite, so
depressing, but
so beautiful,
as slippery and dark
as a sheet
of black
velvet,

but I realized,
with your kiss
still drying on my forehead,

it was
impossible,
to sound
sincere.

He was a year older than me. His brown hair neatly ended in curls at the nape of his neck, just the way I liked it. He had a habit of touching his ear when he was nervous. He made me laugh and we talked for hours on IM. One hot summer night we met, just the two of us. After one of the best dinners ever we walked to the movie theater.

The first time
they made out,
eager and
young and
enclosed in
excitement,
she felt a little too much...
like his
dessert.

Him: licking her
tonsils, and
the tip of her
nose, and
the top of her
ear.

Her: afraid
to admit to him
that cannibalism
was never
her
thing.

I know that you
forget things; you don't
remember instances,
you only remember
facts,

and I accept this,
and I don't mind because
I love you,

but please,
don't forget our
first kiss,

how soft it was,
like wind,
delicate, sweet,

almost
transparent.