Rosemary
Toward the end of 6th grade,
on a school field trip,
Rosemary,
much larger than I,
grabbed me hard by the throat
and kissed me full on the lips.
I recoiled in horror
and wiped my mouth of it.
She's gone now,
and she never gave me another.
Some nights,
late and alone in the dark,
I long for one more,
but, it was a once in a lifetime event.
from the Wonderments and Such collection
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