08-07-2018, 02:38 AM
Thirteen ways to look at a first Kiss
I
Sweaty under street lamps,
an innocent cheek
caught and chased red.
II
Conrete cold
cuddled behind H Block
strong perfume, pungent
under coats.
III
Rough wood on old alley
gates, summers gone dark
outside the kitchen lights.
Teeth meet, cold hands,
warm breath touching breathless.
IV
Drunken clink of milk bottles
fallen on a scrubbed clean step,
leaning in to press wild flowers.
V
Running home late,
taller than the houses
clearing the garden gate
with a lovers leap and no sleep.
VI
As quiet as cussioned quilt
through grounded windows,
we slip together, muffled
by television laughter
coming from the next room.
VII
Two thin straws in a glass
coke bottle,
sharing crisps on worn down step.
VIII
Damp in the long grass
sipping dew drops
from each other.
IX
Rain soaked in a limestone cave
summer shorts and tee shirts
hair dripping like the walls,
lips shiver into warmth.
X
Cigarette smoke chokes
on tobacco and coughs
face first.
XI
Behind the Navy cadets hall,
opening clams and pulling pearls,
swallowing your sound.
XII
A festival tent with black hair
and mud boots, loose jumpers
daubed with field straw
and hot morning headaches.
XIII
The scent of new born
soft and translucent,
carefull not to crush,
I close my eyes under your gaze.
I
Sweaty under street lamps,
an innocent cheek
caught and chased red.
II
Conrete cold
cuddled behind H Block
strong perfume, pungent
under coats.
III
Rough wood on old alley
gates, summers gone dark
outside the kitchen lights.
Teeth meet, cold hands,
warm breath touching breathless.
IV
Drunken clink of milk bottles
fallen on a scrubbed clean step,
leaning in to press wild flowers.
V
Running home late,
taller than the houses
clearing the garden gate
with a lovers leap and no sleep.
VI
As quiet as cussioned quilt
through grounded windows,
we slip together, muffled
by television laughter
coming from the next room.
VII
Two thin straws in a glass
coke bottle,
sharing crisps on worn down step.
VIII
Damp in the long grass
sipping dew drops
from each other.
IX
Rain soaked in a limestone cave
summer shorts and tee shirts
hair dripping like the walls,
lips shiver into warmth.
X
Cigarette smoke chokes
on tobacco and coughs
face first.
XI
Behind the Navy cadets hall,
opening clams and pulling pearls,
swallowing your sound.
XII
A festival tent with black hair
and mud boots, loose jumpers
daubed with field straw
and hot morning headaches.
XIII
The scent of new born
soft and translucent,
carefull not to crush,
I close my eyes under your gaze.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out