First Kiss
Somewhere inside her parents are sleeping.
The awkward creep.
Eternities pass in inches.
Does she object, or is she merely
feeling as awkward as I do?
Two personal spaces intertwine,
our arms gently inviting
the other into this, our own domain.
And at last the meeting. Lips
crossing distances more vast than worlds,
more empty than space.
Two worlds, self-contained, meet at this single point,
intertwined for this one moment on her parents' porch.
And then she's gone. Her arms slip off my sides
and she's inside.
Safe in her parents' house.
And I'm alone, on her porch,
with the moon, and the breeze, and the taste
of her lingering on my lips.
The awkward creep.
Eternities pass in inches.
Does she object, or is she merely
feeling as awkward as I do?
Two personal spaces intertwine,
our arms gently inviting
the other into this, our own domain.
And at last the meeting. Lips
crossing distances more vast than worlds,
more empty than space.
Two worlds, self-contained, meet at this single point,
intertwined for this one moment on her parents' porch.
And then she's gone. Her arms slip off my sides
and she's inside.
Safe in her parents' house.
And I'm alone, on her porch,
with the moon, and the breeze, and the taste
of her lingering on my lips.