Frankie writes in his journal

I’ve had three first kisses:

Derek at Benwell Primary
was experimenting,
we didn’t feel guilty,
it was innocent
but we knew
not to tell

kissing Ned
was like a dried out sponge
that smelled of a cupboard
under the kitchen sink
I didn’t want to do it
but I was more afraid
of what would happen
if I didn’t do it

was mango smoothie
soft rain on warm tiles
the perfect dive
swimming naked in a midnight sea
a burning shock, a stopped clock
the longest breath
a little like death
but being alive
it was coming home after a long journey

ps I’m a poet and I didn’t know it!!

He doesn’t even mention Becca.

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