The White Ship (17)

(17) First Kiss

Two strangers in the vestibule
At breaking dawn, late home from school,
Awkward, fumbling their first kiss,
What welcomed warmth, what drowsy bliss.

by David McLansky

Comments (1)

omg i love that poem. I can kinda realate that to my life, right now im in a confusing part of my life and this poem kinda reminds me of a person in my life right now who has hurt so many people. I love how you say that your blinded by him practically. Its a really good poem.