First Kiss

Spring 1980
Calder Park
In the Bushes
All 11 years of her
Dark skin
Dark hair
Wearing a red arran jumper
And blue jeans
My first love

She was going to teach me
How to kiss
I was petrified
I didn't feel ready
For it at all

Her large hazel eyes
Looked into mine
I kissed her
On the lips
My mouth never opened

God knows
What she thought
Of me

Seconds later
I left the bushes
With hands in the air
As if I had scored a goal

Our friends
Who were sitting on the grass;
"Frank, what are you doing?
You can't have finished already."

"I did it," I said
As I sat down with them

That was the first time
I definitely know
I never satisfied
A girlfriend


A Magnetto Influence Poem