Spin The Bottle

I love you not as something private and personal, which is my own, but as something universal and worthy of love which I have found. - Thoreau

We were just thirteen.

The bottle spun.

Pointing the way to our hearts.

Our moist, young lips met.

Innocence was confiscated.

A new emotion was born.

Discovery confounded shame.

Things would never be the same ...

Author's Note

"Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake." - Thoreau

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

I remember this “game” well, Pete. I think I was 12 or 13, and the first time I played a pretty girl kissed me... and then three other boys the same night. I fell in love, and so did she... for about three weeks. Is it strange I still feel that rush decades later, and I haven’t seen her for decades? A rhetorical question that speaks to the truth in your poem. Another hit, Pete.. and 80s music, too.

[Pete]

i too remember it well. i was terrified. she kissed me and i felt like running away. a flood of different emotions bombarded me, causing my head to spin. part of growing up, learning and discovering (new emotions & feelings). funny how things change. thanks for sharing thoughts r.e. ... :)