Mami, my first kiss, soft lips, puffy nipple,
and warm breast in my mouth,
And papi’s stubby-face prickled and tickled
when he went to work,
And abuela Ana, timeworn and wrinkled lips
that crumbled on my face,
and a secret love, Elizabeth. At 12, pretty Elizabeth.
Sorry! Sorry! I kissed your lips while you were
sleeping in the living room.
Then those cute girls whose faces time have distanced me.
Anxiously waiting for the bottle to stop and point at me,
Mildalia, in Florida. Tricked her to kiss me using a Hershey’s Kiss.
My wife, our first kiss. Her innocent lips a bolt through my body,
a rush stopping time but then too quick.
- Author: rrodriguez ( Offline)
- Published: October 18th, 2017 10:46
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a prose poem reminiscing about The Ones I've Kissed. I'm enjoying this form of poetry. Thank you for reading and for your comments.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 33
Comments3
Wow, that quote by sylvia plath is amazing by the way. Perfect for your poem. Loved your poem! Perfect all the way up to your wifes first kiss. "a rush stopping time". Yep, that's how I' d describe it. Great job!
Thank you Christina for reading my poem. Thank you for your enthusiastic comment.
A fine ensemble of first kisses here Rrodriguez - a very apt Plath quote adds weight to the statements in your super prose-poem. Thank you for sharing a lifetime of secret firsts.
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