First kiss. At 10, I suppose. His name. Craig. His father made dentures for a living. Craig gave me a ring, the colour of healthy gums. The engagement was short-lived. He kissed me. Slid his hand over my stomach. Then upward. So I punched him. In the nose. And I kept the ring.
Written for dVerse Poets – Prelude to a Kiss. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney @dversePoets #firstKiss
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