First Kiss
By Carmen Scott with Images from Erica Morrison

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There wasn’t much left to say as the 
day yawns into dusk

Tiredness forms in soft downy
consonants and vowels; to form 
sleep-shaped dreams of duvets in 
my words

And like a blanket I fall warmly on
your face. There was a crooked smile
That cracked like an earthquake in
my heart and spliced cleanly through my doubts.

A celestial pin cushion of stars,
decorated our moment with a glow
that nourished

In that first moment as the sun took 
absence to leave the stage for the 
first act..

The seeds of a first kiss flourished.