Old stuff, Autobiographical....like a diary; raw, amateur and true. My first experience in romantic love, age 13....a feeling so deliciously Serendipitous. RIP Danny Lynn Beck


Happy Hurts



In Elk City, Oklahoma,
True love just couldn't wait.
And so, he came on over
In the summer of 1968,
Since I was just too young
To take out on a date.

He then asked my mom
If he could please come
And visit once more tonight.
My dad was gone to Viet Nam
So she simply said "alright".

I was only thirteen years old
When I partook of my first kiss
With a boyscout suddenly bold
Taking his chance of hit or miss.
Sixteen's only slightly too old
Three years ahead on the road.

A Johnny Rivers album played
Music floating upon air ungrounded.
Our heads touched and our eyes glazed
Kissing long as our hearts pounded,
Lost in the moment and love-crazed.

Then this wasp flew in unseen,
Landing on the couch as I leaned
Stabbing my back with its sharp sting
Forever ending an ephemeral evening
Mired in a moment of bliss
On that night of my very first kiss.



Clara Mae Gregory
07/31/2008
Author's Note: a touch of nostalgia and a true story....and later on in life I found out that my first "true love" (and my first kiss) died young and never made it past 21........
Posted on 07/31/2008
Copyright © 2008 Melanie Arnold



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