First Kiss

One night’s overture,
Your first breath’s request
For my surrender, 
I chose to say nothing,
But to move,
As I thought swans do,
Across whatever plain
I remember was there
At the time.

Space, I’ll call it,
Uncluttered by clowns
And city traffic,
Even anger or a friend’s lectures
To finish school.

Your first kiss,
The same one
You gave yesterday
And right now,
If you don’t mind.


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