To To speak of a kiss is a little like this.
Be it awkward, exciting, gentle or lame.
Practice only with those to whom love is no game.
Keep it honest and warm and then one day a STORM
will count all those kisses as hits, thus none as misses.
Ask Mother of the storms true meaning for this is . . .
...where Rene ducks out... ...and his poetry fizzes.
authors note: written for a dear friends daughter as she was just coming of age. Easing mother's mind, "break the ice," so to speak in discovery of the birds and the bees!
*We all know what the storm is don't we? René W. Brignone Copyright ©2007 René W. Brignone Poetry.com Award Winner
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