It's Still Life

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