Post by Friday on Aug 21, 2009 15:24:15 GMT -8
A Thousand Kisses
You threw me a thousand kisses,
And I put them by the door,
But birds came and stole them,
So I had no more.
You threw me a thousand kisses,
And I put them in my coat pocket,
But then I forgot about them,
And they dissolved when I washed it.
You threw me a thousand kisses,
And I put them in basket,
And they glittered oh so prettily,
Like gems in a jewel casket.
You threw me a thousand kisses,
But I need a thousand more,
Because a thousand is never enough
When they are from the one you adore.
(Silly little thing, but, it was fun to write
)
First Kiss
Kisses.
Kisses are my favorite intimate act.
The first kiss I had that wasn't a family member was in fifth grade. A boy named Bryan and I were walking from school together. I was geeky, shy, awkward. He was brown haired, brown eyed and worldly. His parents where hippies.
"I have a lot of girlfriends." He confessed as we walked in the late afternoon sunshine towards our homes. "Do you want to be one?"
I considered it. "No." I answered. Even then I had core-self that wouldn't settle for being one of many. I was already invisible to my family, the prospect of being on someone else's 'don't forget about' list wasn't appealing.
He was one of those suave low key 11 year olds who didn't need high pressure salesmanship. "Okay." He said back.
I did go to his house though for a soda and cookies. The walls of his house had tye dye sheets and posters of people and places I'd never seen in weird colors. His parents weren't home and so we went out to sit on the cement step that was his front porch.
I liked being with him, talking with him. His life was so different than mine.
"Have you ever been kissed?" He asked.
"Nope." I answered, thinking it was just another topic of a long list of things we'd discussed like shoes and dogs and school.
Until he leaned over and kissed me.
Just one kiss. Soft, sweet, not asking anything, just giving something of himself. A gift.
I bushed and smiled and and he smiled too. We ate our cookies, and drank our soda and after a bit I walked the rest of the way home.
I don't remember ever speaking to him again. His life ran on a different current than mine, and I was just one girl on one afternoon and most likely forgotten by the end of the week. But, in my minds eye I can always see Bryan. Brown haired, brown eyed, sitting on that step in the sunshine and that kiss that was a gift, just for me.
You threw me a thousand kisses,
And I put them by the door,
But birds came and stole them,
So I had no more.
You threw me a thousand kisses,
And I put them in my coat pocket,
But then I forgot about them,
And they dissolved when I washed it.
You threw me a thousand kisses,
And I put them in basket,
And they glittered oh so prettily,
Like gems in a jewel casket.
You threw me a thousand kisses,
But I need a thousand more,
Because a thousand is never enough
When they are from the one you adore.
(Silly little thing, but, it was fun to write
)First Kiss
Kisses.
Kisses are my favorite intimate act.
The first kiss I had that wasn't a family member was in fifth grade. A boy named Bryan and I were walking from school together. I was geeky, shy, awkward. He was brown haired, brown eyed and worldly. His parents where hippies.
"I have a lot of girlfriends." He confessed as we walked in the late afternoon sunshine towards our homes. "Do you want to be one?"
I considered it. "No." I answered. Even then I had core-self that wouldn't settle for being one of many. I was already invisible to my family, the prospect of being on someone else's 'don't forget about' list wasn't appealing.
He was one of those suave low key 11 year olds who didn't need high pressure salesmanship. "Okay." He said back.
I did go to his house though for a soda and cookies. The walls of his house had tye dye sheets and posters of people and places I'd never seen in weird colors. His parents weren't home and so we went out to sit on the cement step that was his front porch.
I liked being with him, talking with him. His life was so different than mine.
"Have you ever been kissed?" He asked.
"Nope." I answered, thinking it was just another topic of a long list of things we'd discussed like shoes and dogs and school.
Until he leaned over and kissed me.
Just one kiss. Soft, sweet, not asking anything, just giving something of himself. A gift.
I bushed and smiled and and he smiled too. We ate our cookies, and drank our soda and after a bit I walked the rest of the way home.
I don't remember ever speaking to him again. His life ran on a different current than mine, and I was just one girl on one afternoon and most likely forgotten by the end of the week. But, in my minds eye I can always see Bryan. Brown haired, brown eyed, sitting on that step in the sunshine and that kiss that was a gift, just for me.
