He'd kissed her
he'd held her.
Elaine tried to put it
in order in her mind.
It seemed an oddment
like a piece of furniture
out of place or an object
left without an address.
The teacher was talking
something about a civil war
but she couldn't focus
since the kisses from John.
Had she kissed him first
or had it been him?
She had kissed his cheek
but he had kissed her lips.
A real kiss that was
he'd held her too
their bodies touching
as he drew her close.
The teacher chalked
on the board
his hand writing script.
She took out her pen
and opened her book
and copied what he'd written.
What comes after a kiss?
Another kiss? More kisses?
She wrote down the words
it meant nothing
just words.
John had kissed her lips
she could still feel
his lips on hers.
She felt odd
like in a dream.
Her body seemed
to be pulsing
seemed alive.
As if from a deep sleep
and somewhere
within her
something
seemed to seep.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 5:15 AM UTC
He'd kissed her
he'd held her.
Elaine tried to put it
in order in her mind.
It seemed an oddment
like a piece of furniture
out of place or an object
left without an address.
The teacher was talking
something about a civil war
but she couldn't focus
since the kisses from John.
Had she kissed him first
or had it been him?
She had kissed his cheek
but he had kissed her lips.
A real kiss that was
he'd held her too
their bodies touching
as he drew her close.
The teacher chalked
on the board
his hand writing script.
She took out her pen
and opened her book
and copied what he'd written.
What comes after a kiss?
Another kiss? More kisses?
She wrote down the words
it meant nothing
just words.
John had kissed her lips
she could still feel
his lips on hers.
She felt odd
like in a dream.
Her body seemed
to be pulsing
seemed alive.
As if from a deep sleep
and somewhere
within her
something
seemed to seep.
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