I love the story of your first kiss. I imagined what the boy might think now, looking back, on you leading him to it. On you deciding you wanting it and just making it happen. Maybe, he thinks nothing of it. If it were me, though, I know it would have stayed with me forever. Confusing, sweet, maybe a little weird, maybe very special. So, I wrote a song about it imagining his persepctive. Or, at least, how I would have felt. I still remember the girls who chased me on the playground playing Queen Bee. I remember how much I wanted to get stung by them. If one of them had actually kissed me? I would carry that forever.
Do you remember leading me
around the side of my house?
You kissed me like you said
they do on TV
Lips together held still
until we felt something real
I grew well past the age
where I should just forget it all
but every now and again
I feel on my skin
we touched it began
shivers deep within
First kiss
I've always dreamed of this
a swirling reminisce
a sense memory
of a certain kind of bliss
a path home
to all
the love I ever missed
You moved away
I never got the chance to lead you to
A wall where I could
repay your gift
with a grown up appeal
a kiss to make you reel
First kiss
I've always dreamed of this
a swirling reminisce
a sense memory
of a certain kind of bliss
a path home
to all
the love I ever missed
and now my kids are grown
no doubt they stole a kiss or two
my wife still thinks about
a boy who held her hand
and stayed by her side
until she felt safe again
First kiss
I've always dreamed of this
a swirling reminisce
a sense memory
of a certain kind of bliss
a path home
to all
the love I ever missed
A celebration of you. A countdown of 50 days to your 50th birthday. Some presents and surpises along the way. Some recognition of who you are and why I love the you that you are. Happy birthday season, BB. Thank you for letting me celebrate you.