Snake Bit
I was thirteen and you...well you, a sophomore by then..
that night you stopped by to see me, at the Jr high game.
Friends most of our lives..you called me "kid" and I loved it when you did!
Hey "kid" come go for a ride on my new motorcycle!
The night was cool..you slipped your leather football jacket around me and
we both laughed as I disappeared into its sleeves.
What would I have to give to once again relive .. the way you looked at me just then?
As though you'd never really seen me before..like I was no longer a kid..
Your big hands gently touching my face..fingers running through my long
black hair..carefully exploring my mouth as though you were tasting my smiles..
Suddenly, you jumped back like you had just been snake bitten,
and we were both laughing again.....
You never called me "kid" again...
I never told you, that was my first kiss..
12-8-2013
©Donna Jones
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