First kiss

First Kiss

My head rests on your shoulder and
the crescendo of my heart beats in tempo
with the tides, elemental forces sweeping
‘cross the surface in relentless surges, passion
cresting as a high-roller,
comes crashing on my beach.
Our lips met in the instant when
we poised, foam flying with
us in anticipation, and the sick
swoop and whoosh
down to meet the sand was
our own stomachs left
bereft of breath
by electric tingling wavelets,
touches from lithe exploring fingers.

Poem by Annie Jadin, Written in 2005.


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