First Kiss

First Kiss


It was a moment, pulled taut

against an aching clock.


Oh, the smoothness of dairy speech

thrown long upon its patience, losing.


Forever in a cup, glances placed

softly on fingerprinted skin.


Eyes, twinned and pinned like

fridge magnet promises, align.


Whatever passed as ancient minutes

lumbered through their cast-iron fog


until they gave up waiting –

and removed their shoes.


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