He kissed me!!!

Oh that he would kiss me,with the kisses of his mouth!For your love is more delightfulthan wine... ...Songs of Solomon 1:2



For the very first time,
he kissed me!
I was in his apartment for the first time,
his shot-gun apartment,
with the hallway straight through every room,
from the front door, to the back,
``pow-wow!`` I yelled,
laughing at him from one end,
and he laughed at me from the other end.
``Ahem`` said Monsieur Peter,
We were all three, like actors on stage,
acting out our lines,
in perfect sync,
there wasn`t a definite moment,
when the commercial came in,
no pause!
no warning!
no dry announcement like you have on channel 7!
each part flowed into the other so smoothly,
my petite frame perched
on the funny stool he`d brought with him from Africa,
my feet swinging over the edge,
like a naughty girl.
He said something,
and I laughed up at him,
eyes dancing mischievously
and then I knew everything had changed,
the way he looked at me then,
ahhh, the child wasn`t in the commercial at all!
just this woman,
all three and twenty of me,
and he the full grown man,
with a quarter of one more.
so, on my first trip to the Queen`s city,
all the way from the the Primate city
in his shot-gun apartment
overlooking the Thames,
Thames just like my Seine
he kissed me!
and it tasted like lemon drops
first the tentative touching of lips,
and then the silent affirmation,
of young, new-found love,
Ahhhh! two novices,
feeling their way through,
oh, but that was the sweetest of kisses!
lemoney-dropey!
Beautiful!
And I knew then without doubt,
like I hadn't known before,
that he loved me,
and wow! I realized that I loved him too!
All three and twenty of me,
And thank goodness,
the little child had been sitting on the oak stool,
from far away Africa,
because the woman,
all three and twenty of her,
had her insides turned to mush,
and would have lost her feet too!
He kissed me!
fore heads against each other,
I stared into his lovely brown eyes,
and I can imagine him
drowning in my green ones,
smiling like two looney bins,
I kissed the lovely dimple on his chin,
he bit my straight, pointed nose,
and....
...monsieur Peter cleared his throat,
Peter, his house mate in the Queen's city,
my dratted cousin,
who always lorded it over me,
because he was older, much older!
"I need your help with the heater" he says
and my dear Dimps finally tears his eyes from mine,
and drops his hands from around my waist.
Hmmmnnnn, when did they get there?!
Last I remember, he was standing four feet away,
laughing with me.....
...then I realize I had to drop my hands from around his neck...
"...has it gone off again?" he asks,
and the script continues without any break,
the commercial was over.
I put my fingers against my lips,
with that special smile on them,
butterflies in my tummy,
He kissed me!
Peter's going to be on the phone with ma mere soon,
but I couldn't care right then!
I made dinner,
and we three ate,
and Peter talked,
and we smiled at each other across the table,
while Peter's eyes shot daggers,
He kissed me!!!
and later he washed the dishes,
while I was supposed to dry,
but the little girl was back,
and she was sitting on the counter,
chattering,
and laughing,
and telling tall and short tales,
not wondering why monsieur Peter wasn't there, frowning his dis-approval,
the oak stool could as well not have existed right then,
this was the script
and the commercial was from another world,
along with that woman,
and then I took the next dish
from his soapy hands,
the kiss tasted like cappuccino this time,
two sugars and cream,
hmmmnnn, delicious!
He kissed me!
wet, soapy plate between us,
the smell of the Thames seeping in,
through the seals of the tiny window over the sink,
the blasted heater gave a shuddering heave,
from somewhere faraway, far, faraway,
and thank goodness I was sitting again,
cos I would have lost all my dinner,
my insides were mush again...
...and Peter cleared his throat again,
"...Aunt Mae's on the phone..."


hmmmmnnn, couldn't really make up my mind on what this was supposed to be, a short story or a poem, it just came to me one hot, sleepless night and I thought, well, why not?!!!