Wednesday, October 10, 2012

I Kissed Her

I kissed her.

I did not kiss her
Because I had
A desire to experiment
With lesbianism or
For one reason or
Another I grew tired
Of men.

I kissed her
Because I wanted
To taste the mix of
Cigarette smoke and
Peppermint bubblegum.

Because I wanted
To feel the subtle softness
Of a kiss instead of the
Unrelenting pulling of lips,
As though trying to devour
Me instead of savour me.

Because I wanted
To be kissed,
Just kissed,
Not hurriedly kissed
So that we can go on
To the next act,
The main course,
The bump and grind.

I kissed her
And she kissed me
And that was all.
A one line footnote
In our herstory.

She went back to her man
And I went back to my
Existence, and all
Was well with the world.

I kissed her,
Or did she kiss me?

6 comments:

Brian Miller said...

and in the end does it matter? well, i guess, because thats when we start reading more into it...ha...but maybe it was what you both needed in that moment...

Shaziane said...

I like this, not the act. I'm obligated to be against it I suspect.

What I like is the reason behind the act, the complaint which is completely valid, entirely understood. It's the side that says I wanted the sensuality of another without the unnecessary worry which is encountered when the parties involved are eligible for a "relationship" as made possible by their sexual orientation.

Many people don't want to savour "anything". Hence, promiscuity. If any act was taken apart, analyzed in the moment in which it was done, enjoyed with a sense of appreciation, the result would be mind boggling.

Imagine taking a kiss like this enjoying it, savouring it, the moment, the collision of the act, surroundings: atmosphere; temp; smell, emotions, and their impact on each other in that space in addition to the physical person...just wow.

olsfred James said...

Here I am smiling... not because of the "act" itself but how the entire explanation seems to touch Shaziane.

Its nice to see poetry bring that out in people...

Amy@SoulDipper said...

Great writing. Courage, vulnerability, and a challenge put before the reader. I read it thinking, 'Could I do that? Could I write about it?'. My aged mother, many years ahead of her time, told me as a young woman that I could count myself among the fortunate if I could experience powerful attractions to people. Both sexes. I asked her what she did when it happened to her.

"Oh nothing," she said. "I never wanted to spoil it."

A Teachable Mom said...

Lovely. Every word. Rich and vulnerable and evocative - well done!

Azara said...

Putting "hurriedly" in front of a kiss destroys it. I enjoyed this poem.

 
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