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?
Copyright © Messoh Vincent | Year Posted 2016
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