Saturday, September 30, 2006

A Temporary Arrangement


So, they dared me to kiss
him
and I accepted their challenge the way any
twelve
year old girl would. The only existing
problem
was where and when. Two willing souls meeting mouth to
mouth.
He was there first and I walked forward looking
down.
I raised my face, eyes to his
lips,
wet, smiling widely and
pink.
Standing still, I looked higher at his laughing blue
eyes.
He reached forward and held me firmly, small hands
gripping
tightly on my upper
arms.
His mouth came close to mine and I
smelled
the sweet aroma of cookies on his
breath.
Then, my crossed eyes saw the unexpected
tongue
leave his mouth and enter my
own.
Slimy and cold, it jabbed in and
out,
feeling ridged and
unreal.
His vice-like arms wrapped around my
body
and I struggled beneath his searching
mouth.
The laughter broke through my dismal
anger
as the onlookers discussed our mortal
scene.
Pushing hard, I felt his quick
release
and I fell backwards, surprised that the
ground
leapt forward to catch me in slow
motion.
He turned and ran as my sleeve dried his thick
spit
around my mouth. I could not move in
disbelief
that my own friends had planned the
arrangement.
Running home, I could feel the hot
tears
quickly dry in the corners of my
eyes.
I tripped, falling hard and bit my
lip,
the blood replacing his temporary
stain.
~I dedicate this poem to bb for the inspiration she gives me~

9 Comments:

Blogger megg said...

hey well done! Looks like you have comment spam!

I loved your poem - it made me smile remembering all of that old angst about first kisses and first sex and all of that - whew! Thank goodness that is all over!! xoxo

8:27 AM  
Blogger b/sistersshoes said...

Megg~ Got rid of the spam :)Glad yu liked the poem. Thank You xd

10:48 AM  
Blogger Shaz said...

Temporary..Thank God, obviously that first kiss has to happen...
Im sure we are all glad when its over though...lol
Brings back memories some funny some not,
Thanks for the memory.
Shaz

3:31 PM  
Blogger bb said...

aww sweetness! i am so honoured to have such a wonderful and honest poem dedicated to me. i am having a lazy sunday morning sitting in my pjs, little one is cleaning his teeth at my right elbow and i am smiling, because of the dedication, and because i see something shifting in you too.

love to you x x x

2:50 AM  
Blogger bronxbt said...

what beautiful words.
what imagery.
what experiences, pain, wonderment, anger & frustration.

thank you for taking me there, and getting me back too.

hugs,
B

10:50 AM  
Blogger Turquoise CRO said...

ICK!!! I think my first kissin' was with one of my cousins!!! LOL (you know us HILLBILLIES)

9:38 PM  
Blogger Madeleine said...

well, Darlene, I couldn't think of a more fitting person to dedicate this poem to.

These experiences can be so traumatic for us all, can't they? growing p is so hard. i would never, ever go back.

One of my first kisses was with a garlic smelling french boy under a bridge, whilst all his friends looked on and laughed. hmm....brilliant!!

lovely poem, D,
xxxx

9:57 AM  
Blogger Georgia said...

Ack!! First kisses... Gheeeeee....

My first kis was oh so romantic.... he had to reach into his mouth to pull out his HUGE retainer first... and he had onion breath. And it was also a dare. I am so glad I have had my last first kiss.

Although, some first kisses were exhilerating and wonderful... the very first one was icky and embarrasing.

3:53 PM  
Blogger liz elayne said...

such imagery you paint with your words. this is incredible. it took me right back to my own experience. wish i would have laughed and saved myself from kissing him for two more weeks when all i wanted to do was run away.

the image at the end is stunning.

7:48 PM  

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