Justine’s First Kiss

Justines First Kiss short poem

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Her clothes had come to represent
imperfection: the moment came
on the night and in the way she’d imagined
but with much more friction.
sitting on the steps with April’s cold
needling her bottom she tried to shift
her sweater into a position to not
make her neck itch, then she snorted
remembering the boy had eaten a spicy
dinner and it might very well be a rash
marking her adventure. she shifted her jaw
the big muscles sore after just a little
kissing, much less than portrayed in movies,
smelled his mint and garlic breath again
recalled the bony spiders of his hands
straying across her back, tripping
on her bra strap, fleeing to her bare
shoulders where they presented their cold
nails to the fire of her flesh. Not a great
first time, she decided, standing, fluffing
her skirt, but something to improve upon.

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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