A First Kiss

A First Kiss
Written by Rarasaur


The earth moved,
I felt it tilt,
ever so slightly.

Our lips touched,
I fell into you,
ever so rightly.

The stars shook,
I saw them pulse,
ever so brightly.

My eyes closed,
I held them shut,
ever so tightly.

My heart awoke,
I heard it beat,
ever so lightly.

A first kiss
breaks free from once
and happens nightly.


About rarasaur

Ra Avis is the author of Sack Nasty: Prison Poetry and the girl behind the dinosaur at Rarasaur.com. She is a once-upon-a-time inmate, a reluctantly-optimistic widow, an exponential storyteller, and also basically a dinosaur. Her own story is a long one, but the short version is she (probably) loves you. rawra.avis@gmail.com IG @rawra.avis Twitter @rarasaur FB /rawra.avis 805-910-7297

52 comments on “A First Kiss

  1. Beautiful poem. It sounds like the first kiss that everyone dreams of.

  2. wow – this is awesome. oh how i wish this could be real – for me that is.

  3. Fun fact, the first girl I ever kissed said let’s just be friends the next date. πŸ˜€

  4. Awwwwwwwwwwwww……………. Sweet.

  5. Awe!!! Really, my first kiss was terrible. My dog bit him on the arse at the exact moment our lips met and he screamed out “Oh shit!” I have been insecure ever since.

  6. My first love (never got to the kissing stage) resulted in detention (kindergarden I think). I tried to kiss him, he said no, I dumped juice on his head.

  7. Ionia’s comment cracked me up, distracting oneself from how beautifully written this post is πŸ™‚

  8. Beautiful poem … Wish my first kiss had been like this. Unfortunately he was wearing braces ;(

  9. […] There’s more poetry from me over at the Community Storyboard! One is about being a workaholic, and the other is about first kisses. […]

  10. Oh wow, I’m too old to remember my first kiss! πŸ˜‰ I guess it was not as sweet as this poem though! Good going rara!

  11. Loved this Rara! The first verse is my favourite.

  12. How sweetly described πŸ™‚

    I can’t remember mine, which means I have probably blocked it out for good reason πŸ™‚

  13. I love the last line, Rara, although it makes me jealous of Dave as usual. Love the rhyming with -ightly. It feels like a first kiss.
    I can’t remember my first kiss, but I do remember when a girl I liked licked my ear. I got so excited that i told her I loved her and ran away. {{{Hugs}}} kozo

  14. Ah…lovely the first kiss! And keeping the magic alive a daily conquest.

  15. That actually brought back some vivid memories – really like it πŸ˜‰

  16. I’m not good at splitting what a like a LOT and what I like a lot. Both of your poems are tops in my book. If this choice was a matter of money, I would choose the First Kiss because it is something we all remember. I’m not saying the second one isn’t great too.

  17. My first Kiss was at a party during one of those party games–but the guy was cute and the kiss sweet though it was not from someone special

    • Oh those party games, I pretty much avoided them like the plague. I seriously think I would have ingested the plague before playing. That was one of the few times I was grateful for my popularity– I could call an end to those things! Awkwardness slays me.

  18. I’m cheating a bit and lifting this from a post I wrote a while back:

    I was ten the first time I kissed a boy. It was under his porch, down the street from my own house. His name was Johnny** and sometimes he wore a denim jacket without a shirt and rode a dirt bike in the woods behind his house. Yes, the very same woods that would burn down a few years later. I scribbled our initials in chalk on the sidewalk in big, balloon hearts with loopy ‘forevers’ and bizarrely inappropriate acronyms like “Holland” (Hope-our-love-lasts-and-never-dies) and “China” (Come-here-I-need-action). We made out in the summer twilight after rounds of kick the can, played coy games of spin-the-bottle, and, I kid you not, slow danced to REO Speedwagon in his driveway one time. I still can’t hear that particular song without tales of that 4th grade summer surfacing. My husband makes fun of me every time it comes on the radio. But if I knew what the word swoon meant when I was ten, then surely I did so.

    I’ll have to dig out the poems though…

  19. This is so sweet, Rara. I just remember mine being like 1,000 butterflies trying to burst out of my chest. Then, I floated all the way home.
    I love your poetry. πŸ˜€

  20. While reading your poem Rara, I could feel butterflies in my heart πŸ™‚

  21. […] The Community Storyboard – 8/28/13 – A First Kiss […]

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