Remember the cusp of 12?
We summer-school-studied
Circus and Bop to learn
How to be cool, listened
To tapes, baby-oil-and-iodine slathered
In the backyard,
Still watched Starblazers, planned
To go to space, argued
Whose boyfriend Derek was.
We ate junk food, sunshine, movies
And experience, gobbled each day,
Savoured nothing, swallowed it whole.
That September, back at school, I
Found the chocolate bar, you
Had given me, BFF, to
Think of you while in our separate classes.
It was sun-warmed, melted, and I
Pressed my lips to it, wore it laughing,
Like lipstick. Then Todd, that
Guy we had splashed at the pool,
That you said was short and I thought
Looked like Keith Partridge,
Well, a little
Licked some of the chocolate off.
So I guess I owe you credit for
My first kiss too,
Kind of.
Ha. I had a poem idea I was going to do that would have been a recollection, much like yours, with chocolate in it, but not so driven by the subject. Once more, I bow to your way with words. I am unmanned...
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