That First Kiss.

It almost passed and missed its mark. It happened in the park one day after We had walked. We stopped to pick Wild flowers from a patch which somehow Caught the sun and lit the glade. Laughter Came as daisy chains began to break. We fell out on who had made them safest. I first caught signs of his advances As he brushed my finger tips, lifted And then looked at them, smiled yet boasted He could kiss them clean, and with moist lips, Warm as toast, he licked them, one by one. Said they smelt like daisies in the sun. Next moment he leaned forward, took me Lightly in his arms, and then begun What was for me mouth to open mouth Of powerful energy. That first kiss Lasted momentarily, but locked Itself in memory, and sparkles Fresh with its own magic, wistfully I dream of what that first kiss did for me. You may have guessed I was, back then But eight years old - - and he was ten.