First Kiss

Spoken word was muted Mouth lunged in a fog Groping for reciprocation In an exodus of naive passion To possess one enthronement And vacate corked desire In the traffic of two lips

A Middle-Aged First Kiss

The unlikely dream Was shortlisted by fate To unfasten the cobweb-stitched lips And unfreeze the crystallized tear As an elusive kiss transpired in a monsoonal backdrop For the long-unclaimed dream To be disowned in one exhale As brushstrokes of passion painted two pallid lips With the color of bliss