A Scar

I still bear the scar
Of that first lover's kiss
That deep affectioned moment
That font of pure bliss

I still remember their name
Or their initial at least
Nor was the kiss a nibble
Was more a banquet or a feast

They leaned so hard against me
That my back began to bend
I thought I might be broken
And that kiss might never end

But finally he finished
Came up to gasp some air
Then got out his damn knife
And carved his initial there

So now I am stuck forever
with the proof of his full sail
A scar of that first kiss
Oh the manlihood of the Alpha male!


Terry Rhiannyr

April, 2012