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

upon
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