Open Poetry #37 |
First Kiss. |
cinnabar Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 33Lot et Garonne, France. |
When I was much younger, and still not kissed, I'd lie awake, fretting, about that first tryst; About what to do, and then, how to do it. You know what I mean? No-one had taken me through it. I'd heard something about tongues, And things you could do with your hand, But, as for the rest, well, you must understand, An ounce of practice is worth a ton of theory; And my poor brain had worn itself weary With the anxious, dreadful agony of it all; Would she like what I did, or would she fall About laughing, helpless, at my ineptitude? Oh God, it was awful; I'd heard boasts, (Some of them crude), About the unhooking of bras with only one hand. I was aghast. How would I ever understand That essential skill, without practice? And where to begin it? I'd first need a bra, and then, someone in it! Some things are too much for our overworked brains; I went back, for a while, to model aeroplanes. But not for long, for my mind kept returning, To that overwhelming, imperative yearning. But it worked out in the end, That's the point of this tale. For in the basics of life, it's not easy TO fail. She didn't laugh once, even helped with her bra, I went home walking on air, tra-la, tra-la. * I understand things now, take a more balanced view, Than those clumsy days, when I hadn't a clue. Women aren't objects, they're flawed pieces of heaven. But I was green and foolish then, and barely thirty seven. |
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Rainbowdust Member
since 2002-12-05
Posts 320Sydney, Australia |
Michael, absolutely loved this, especially the second last line. The soul would have no rainbows, had the eyes no tears. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I'd first need a bra, and then, someone in it! made me smile this morning...a funny write M |
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cinnabar Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 33Lot et Garonne, France. |
Thanks guys. This was written in response to nagging from my daughters that my writing was too depressing. I've also written a light hearted piece about suicide. Which may be unique! |
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