It was late at night between Christmas and New Year’s, January, 1968. A time where mini skirts,fish-net stockings and short pea coats were the fashion…never warm enough for those winters in Quebec. A tuque or beret was fashionable but never worn covering the ears…that would not be stylish. The walk from the rec centre was several kilometers to her home by the river.  How he fell in love with her baby blues…

(Troiku)

Beneath wintry skies
pulls her close to him
gasping

~
beneath wintry skies
shivering in their Sunday best
holding hands

pulls her close to him
hearts beating
deafening

gasping
lips moistened like morning dew
their first kiss

© Tournesol ’15

CP TimeGlass “First Kiss”