had to dust off the cobwebs in the memory bank to find this one, kids:
for Poets United's Thursday Think Tank prompt: first kiss
Fourteen,
too young,
so scared,
Completely Clueless,
she held her
breath,
on her front porch,
as he bent
to kiss her.
In that same moment,
thunder rumbled
across the sky
from the nearby hills.
Simultaneously,
a bolt of what
they thought was
lightning
flashed across them,
illuminating them,
frozen, eyes shut
tight with terror.
They flung themselves
into each others' arms,
destined to die together.
Then her mother,
who had turned
on the porch light
in that same moment
that their lips
finally came together,
said, "It's time
to come in, now,
don't you think?"
and they realized
with some relief
that they would,
after all,
survive
their first kiss.
