Joelene

Then it was over.

The kiss was dry,

and quick,

and plain.

One moment his lips

were on mine.

The next,

they were not.

Was this

how adults kiss?

It was fast,

like a blink.

Like skipping the channels

of a Tv.

Like dashing fast

through the freeway.

Mamaw would say otherwise:

"love comes from the gut;

it's a feeling. A first kiss takes

your breath away."

She'd say that when watching

those cheesy soap operas.

But Mamaw, I felt nothing here.

It was too fast.

I didn't get the chance

to fantasise,

to dream, to hope.

To envision

what it would be like.

Eric didn't make me have to

wait for it.

And when he was done,

he licked his lips,

sighed, and whispered:

"between us, alright?"

And all I could do

was nod.

Eric did it too fast.

I wasn't ready.

I wanted a do-over.

It didn't feel long-lasting.

It didn't feel memorable.

But maybe this was how

older people kiss.

Butterflies are for 'kids.'

Just like Trix are for 'kids.'

And I felt like all my life

I've been tricked.

Then he asked:

did you like it?

No!

But I smiled and said:

"yes, I did."

Eric seemed satisfied.

There was a big

'ole grin on his face.

And I just wanted

my first kiss back.