Messoh Vincent Poet Ballad

My First Kiss

My palms are sopping and my lips
Begin to part as my body grows sweaty
My skin grows tense with indefinite excitement.


Kwela kwela I begin to feel again
As inch and cinch my heartbeat races
Faster and faster speeding past my heaving chest.
Reaching out for strong ropes that bind
Lonely rambler onto the rock of Everest.
T'is couples' bedlam in a soundless theater
As heart race after thieves of thieves.


I can feel my eyelids
Shutting up and gently closing
Shop as my erratic breathing slowly
Becomes hard and audibly fast.
Just like the beak of a duck
So my lips take a linty shape
Not a whisper or gossip......


I wanna kiss, but tell me
Are you the one
For me?

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Anne-Lise Andresen June 22, 2016 at 12:04 PM - If you are willing to try to take some chances and try to challenge yourself a bit, so everything is possible :) - A lovely and well written poem - hugs // Sun :) Messoh Vincent June 22, 2016 at 1:04 PM I wish your words; EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE would mean just that, EVERYTHING.....:) Thanks a lot Sun for the continued support.

Sunita U.D Palawon June 17, 2016 at 11:19 PM Good expression, with so many words, of conflicting emotion which evolve in seconds!:D Messoh Vincent June 19, 2016 at 2:04 PM It is the excitement and confusion that comes when you don't know whether to heed the very conservative warning of the priest who promised you hell or to follow the strong feeling of your body... you finally succumb and with racing heart take the kiss