Motif Monday (by mrtl): First Kiss
Trembling limbs and stomach aflutter,
Intensified eye contact, blinking to shutter
the innocent aching for whisper-y touch.
Never again to feel wishing so much.
Startled, you gasp at a sound down the hall,
Laughter, relief when it's nothing at all.
Tentative lips and a quivery kiss,
Knowing you'll always remember.... this.
posted by eclectic @ 2:02 PM
18 comments
18 Comments:
Aw. :)
Very nice. The "gasp at a sound down the hall" has me thinking of the past and may have to do an audio post on the topic.
That is really sweet. I have been whining all day about not remembering my first kiss. I still can . . .
I CAN't type either, make that "I Still can't." :0
I'm speechless...you can write so well!
Amazing! :o)
I think this is fantastic.
Now I'm gushing over your talent...geez, girl--you need to publish something and let the world know your talents.
Okay, I'm done now...
How poetic!
Susie: Really should have used Splenda instead, shouldn't I? ;)
Bloggy: Ooooh. A 'gasping' post. Can I play the part of the hall?
Nina: Ah. That little "t" actually has quite an impact here, doesn't it?! I think you just had so many suitors that they all began to blend together after awhile. That's why you can't remember one particular kiss.
M_D: ***Blushing Furiously***
Squirl: Senator, I'm no Emily Dickinson.... but I thank you kindly for the compliment!
Very cool Eclectic.
You really do amaze me though...exactly WHERE do your talents stop?
To this day, your "Raw" entry STILL plays over and over in my head...but you still don't stop with the writing that makes me go "WOW!"
You can play the part of the hall if you want the boring part. Sure you don't want to at least upgrade to the part of the "confused step father?"
You go, girl!
Did you have your first kisser pinned down in the locker room, too? ;)
Sooze: ***Blushing*** You say the nicest things -- better be careful or I'll show up on your doorstep with my backpack and blankie, ready to move in.
Raz: So happy to see you here! And since you were right there with me, you know that immediately afterwards I compulsively wiped off my mouth with the back of my hand which embarrassed the crap out of both of us....
Bloggy: Is he mentally confused or merely emotionally tormented? Because I really am having a hard time finding the honest motivation for this blocking... or was that "blogging"...
Bucky: Is there another way to do it? Please, share with the class. Or maybe... share with class, but that would require Squirl, being that she's the classy sister... oh what the hell, just don't tell me you didn't like it.
He is both. Up to the challenge?
Bloggy: You people! You just don't understand an artist's craft. You just think, here's the role, here's the script now play it. But it's not that easy. I'm going to require my own sanctuary, a trailer with a big fat star over the door so I can invite my muse for starters. So the question isn't whether I'm up to the challenge, but rather, can you handle my truth?
That is great.
Your poem totally captures the nervousness of a first kiss. I love it.
William: It's not like giving ham to a Jewish baby ***wink***, but it WAS fun to write!
Kranki: I was soooo nervous! I had such a huge crush on him (and his older brother for that matter, but he wasn't interested in me....) and all I could think was, "Is he going to kiss me tonight?" And "I hope I don't kiss badly."
Mrtl: How can a single word bring such a big smile to my face? Must be 'cause it's from you. Thanks, truly.
Handle the truth? Darlin', I'm doing good just to handle a cup of coffe this mornin'.
Tommy Womack tells us there's "too much truth," and I'd say he's right on the money.
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