Monday, 17 June 2013

first kiss

the kiss came  
none too soon

under the stars and gypsy moon  
waiting, in orchard breezes,

for the other to proceed:

a preemptive peck to signal 
they were set to do the deed. 

both wanting to appear sincere and not  
improper – or imply – 
that they were the kind person
to kiss any girl – or guy.

murmurs amongst the quivers  
til, she heaved a breathy sigh.

then fell

a bashful velvet kiss
her cherry lip-balmed lips . . . 

like magic . . . floating by.

flitter-flutters  flitter-flutters
'neath the WHAMMO, WHAMMO SKY !!!

note:  Winner - First Prize: T.O.P.S. Sparkle and Shine Poetry Contest, 2014
photo:  Cherry Red – W. Bourke
© 2013 Wendy Bourke


  1. I like the rhyme in this...and the bashfulness and magic...sweet!

  2. Thanks, Jennifer. I do appreciate that you like the rhyme. I know it's not terribly contemporary - but I find it too much fun to stop.