Split Sides

First Kiss

Oh, how it would be

To experience it firsthand:

The rush of the moment

The intensity of desire

And the passion of freedom.

How it comes without warning

Like the slam of a tidal wave

Against the stone barriers.

It goes beyond convention

The lengths people would go

Just to have that most sought after

Of human connections.

It's been the root

Of wars and tales alike.

The chase and the need

That makes it ultimately rewarding.

For it is a tangible sign

That the emotions are true

And the heart being fervent

For the care and security

It so deserves.

A rush to the head

And the warming of the heart.

That is what sanctifies it

This momentous first kiss.