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November 22, 2013 / Sez

#100poems Thirty Two: First Kiss

They lean toward each other, pull away
Make eye contact and blush, and maybe smile.
Neither one knows exactly what to say
They’ve both been at this stalemate for a while.

They know they like each other very much
The tension leaps between them like a spark
Which flares and flickers every time they touch.
But just how to proceed? They’re in the dark.

Neither one wants to hurt, or cause offense
And both would rather far be wooed than wooing.
They aren’t sure if the other one consents
And neither knows exactly what they’re doing.

At last their faces meet, and each one gets
A taste of chewing gum, or cigarettes.

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