Spiked like the cherry punch
at my senior prom, slower than
Sunday afternoon in the Delta,
and softer than a kitten’s sigh but
with a kick like your Papaw’s shotgun —
leaving me with the sweetest
hangover that flat-out would
not let go.
That’s what my first kiss
was like.
Ergo, the Ogre 
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