Dennis Cardiff: Poems and Prose

First Kiss

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D Cardiff
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my first kiss
so long ago
(not yet in high school)
in the back seatof a ’51 Ford
at a drive-in theatre.
I’ll remember ’till I die
my nervousness,
perspiration,
her perfume
(Tigress by Faberge)
her warmth,
angora sweater set
(pastel yellow —
no buttons
to hinder progress)
sweetness of her kiss.
She knew much more than I
about such things

another world
had opened to me
desire and heartache
go together —
there’s seldom one
without the other
but, would we want it
any other way?
would we want
a safe, yet loveless life
without the up
without the down?
or, take the ecstacy
and risk our hearts
being trampled
to the ground

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  1. dcardiff Avatar
    dcardiff

    Thanks for your kind words. Sometimes it feels like drowning. I know that feeling welling up in my heart. Tears coming to my eyes.

    We do come back a different person, as from every moment we come back a different person. I’m glad I didn’t drown.

    Take care, you have a beautiful heart.
    Dennis

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    LadyBlueRose’s Thoughts Into Words

    Beautiful…
    walking within memories of first’s….
    in a prefect word, no regrets….just flowing with the tides of emotions
    but sometimes we drown…coming back another person….
    attitude of the moments define us I think sometimes…
    )0(
    maryrose

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