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First Kiss

 

when i was eleven years old  

we crowded around an old bottle  

the glass spun on scratched hardwood  

everyone holding their breath in silence  

 

my heart pounding louder than reason  

my eyes fixed on the circle\'s spin  

the trembling empty bottle slowing down  

until it pointed directly at her  

 

someone giggled but it wasn’t me  

someone whispered but i didn’t hear  

cindy’s face closer than the sun  

her breath like summer against my skin  

 

i think i willed it to happen  

i think the world obeyed somehow  

her lips soft and clumsy on mine  

an electric crash hidden in a whisper