“It’s not time to be open just yet.
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget.”
My first kiss was an arrangement
between factions, in a semi-circle
inside the school woods,
participants sitting on logs.
My lips touched hers.
And that was it.
“Be still my beating heart.
It would be better to be cool.”
You’ll remember tossing a line,
carving a space.
You’ll remember being hooked
It would be better to be cool
It would be better to be fire
We’ll be earth.
Be still my beating heart
but it would be better to walk
into that cubical with the brunette
and easy smile