First Kiss

I remember that first kiss
Through pursed lips
Pure bliss
Sure miss.

The taste of that time
Like fine wine
Pure devine
To my simple mind.

The spirit of that age
Now there’s a glass I’d raise
Distant precious days
In an instant a smell replays.

A scent unwittingly won
Barely descent into my lung
Has my mind sprung
On a picture my youth once hung.

© Daniel Breslin