Sixteen
Do you remember when you were unkissed—
dreaming and wondering what you had missed?
Your evenings too tranquil, but you were too scared
to do much about it. You just never dared
to flirt with a guy or call boys on the phone—
too shy to make any advance on your own.
You disparaged those girls who had gone on before you.
You claimed that their exploits did nothing but bore you,
but you knew, really, that they’d won the race
that established you firmly right there in last place.
Not one errant lover had attempted to con you.
No single advance had been foisted upon you.
Alone in this horrid lamentable state,
sweet sixteen and un-kissed was a terrible fate!
Then that night in the summer out under the stars,
when you stood by the roadway between your two cars
and talked for an hour with soft music streaming
from both of your cars, you thought you were dreaming
when finally it happened, and you two were kissing
you finally knew what it was you’d been missing!
Word prompts today are tranquil, disparage, kiss, foist and race.
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