First Kiss

 

I gave her a kiss on Valentine's Day
that honey-lipped lass
of my just
stirring dreams.

Wordless,
heart weighted,
barely not shaking.
Brazen,
emboldened,
yet painfully shy.

But unlike most girls
who would save such a trinket
a foil-covered taste
to remember me by

she ate it.

Published in A Touch of Saccharine

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