First Kiss

As I finished my book,
I laid my head down,
thinkng of you, as I always seem to do.

I smiled to myself, and gave thought,
what would our kiss,
our very first kiss be like.

Like brother to a sister,
or long ago friends,
like a guest on a talk show.

perhaps like lovers, who had been parted.
or returning military after a deployment.
Or worse, as strangers, forced, not natural.

Or the kiss to give , to some who has lost,
recently a loved one in death,
or even as one lay dieing,

Not a wet sloppy one, or tongue,
it wouldn't be right.
I want to enjoy it, not give you a fright

But, how would we kiss,
I'm not sure I know now,
I just hope, if I do it wrong,
You will guide me and show me how.

To kiss you as a stranger, surely not.
But as lover some how?
That if it doesn't work, what will.

For the first kiss is difficult.
I want to excite you, entice you,
Wanting more, even give you a thrill.

Do I start at your forehead,
perhaps French style, both cheecks.
No, I will go full for your lips,
that is what my heart seeks.

So if I fumble, that first kiss with you,
know that at least I gave it some thought.
and give me at least a second or third chance.
For that first kiss, our first kiss.