Susanna's Summer Kiss - revised
Posted: 03 Feb 2019, 21:46
v2:
Susanna's Summer Kiss
In high school I lay on the concrete deck
in my first bikini, the speakers
hung in the flowering magnolia
blaring Got to Get You Into My Life.
Boys were everywhere,
cannonballs cratering
the pool’s surface--or strolling by
with the rakish swagger of crows,
and my friends twittering away like wrens
by the chainlink fence.
I worried the chances of a first kiss
would override caution when Jeff
suddenly lay down next to me,
talking about our classes
and Mrs. Monroe with her light
down of a mustache.
I was nervous, as if standing
at the end of a high dive board
for the first time. My friends gawked
as Jeff’s hand touched mine,
my body trembling like a light
riffling a pond’s surface.
He leaned over me, I felt myself
swaying like water in a carried bucket.
Any moment I would slosh
over the brim,
his hand swimming
just below my breast.
I stared up holding my breath,
light from the pool wavering
over his chest. I was all water,
trembling at his touch,
storm clouds on the horizon
and my heart, a spring
swimming to the surface
to meet his full wet
lips.
v1:
Susanna's Summer Kiss
In high school I lay on the concrete deck
in my first bikini, the speakers
hung in the flowering magnolia
blaring Got to Get You Into My Life.
Boys were everywhere,
cannonballs cratering
the pool’s surface--or strolling by
with the rakish swagger of crows,
and my friends twittering away like wrens
by the chainlink fence.
Boys were as mysterious
as the rules of baseball.
I worried the chances of a first kiss
would override caution when Jeff
suddenly lay down next to me,
talking about our classes:
Mrs. Monroe with her light
down of a mustache,
geometry like the doodling
patterns on a subway wall.
I was nervous, as if standing
at the end of a high dive board
for the first time. My friends gawked
as Jeff’s hand touched mine,
my body trembling like a light
riffling a pond’s surface.
He leaned over me, I felt myself
swaying like water in a carried bucket.
Any moment I would slosh
over the brim, his hand
swimming just below my breast.
I stared up holding my breath,
light from the pool wavering
over his chest. I was all water,
trembling at his touch,
storm clouds on the horizon
and my heart, a spring
swimming to the surface
to meet his full wet
lips.
Susanna's Summer Kiss
In high school I lay on the concrete deck
in my first bikini, the speakers
hung in the flowering magnolia
blaring Got to Get You Into My Life.
Boys were everywhere,
cannonballs cratering
the pool’s surface--or strolling by
with the rakish swagger of crows,
and my friends twittering away like wrens
by the chainlink fence.
I worried the chances of a first kiss
would override caution when Jeff
suddenly lay down next to me,
talking about our classes
and Mrs. Monroe with her light
down of a mustache.
I was nervous, as if standing
at the end of a high dive board
for the first time. My friends gawked
as Jeff’s hand touched mine,
my body trembling like a light
riffling a pond’s surface.
He leaned over me, I felt myself
swaying like water in a carried bucket.
Any moment I would slosh
over the brim,
his hand swimming
just below my breast.
I stared up holding my breath,
light from the pool wavering
over his chest. I was all water,
trembling at his touch,
storm clouds on the horizon
and my heart, a spring
swimming to the surface
to meet his full wet
lips.
v1:
Susanna's Summer Kiss
In high school I lay on the concrete deck
in my first bikini, the speakers
hung in the flowering magnolia
blaring Got to Get You Into My Life.
Boys were everywhere,
cannonballs cratering
the pool’s surface--or strolling by
with the rakish swagger of crows,
and my friends twittering away like wrens
by the chainlink fence.
Boys were as mysterious
as the rules of baseball.
I worried the chances of a first kiss
would override caution when Jeff
suddenly lay down next to me,
talking about our classes:
Mrs. Monroe with her light
down of a mustache,
geometry like the doodling
patterns on a subway wall.
I was nervous, as if standing
at the end of a high dive board
for the first time. My friends gawked
as Jeff’s hand touched mine,
my body trembling like a light
riffling a pond’s surface.
He leaned over me, I felt myself
swaying like water in a carried bucket.
Any moment I would slosh
over the brim, his hand
swimming just below my breast.
I stared up holding my breath,
light from the pool wavering
over his chest. I was all water,
trembling at his touch,
storm clouds on the horizon
and my heart, a spring
swimming to the surface
to meet his full wet
lips.