Sunday, February 17, 2013

I remember my first kiss

I remember my first kiss -
how my heart raced
and pounded -
like a drum -
inside my head.

You were a city girl, 
gorgeous, gifted, talented -
it was no big deal for you. 
But I was a country boy,
And for me it was 
a singularly special moment.

I phoned my mother -
Daddy was in his world - 
And I wrote some poems.
I couldn’t wait for tomorrow
To kiss you again.   

Washington, DC  February, 2013

1 comment:

  1. Yes, like it a lot. Very evocative.
    Wonder if you need the first line - the title might just be enough, then start off with 'How my heart raced'.