Mami, my first kiss, soft lips, puffy nipple,
and warm breast in my mouth,
And papi’s stubby-face prickled and tickled
when he went to work,
And abuela Ana, timeworn and wrinkled lips
that crumbled on my face,
and a secret love, Elizabeth. At 12, pretty Elizabeth.
Sorry! Sorry! I kissed your lips while you were
sleeping in the living room.
Then those cute girls whose faces time have distanced me.
Anxiously waiting for the bottle to stop and point at me,
Mildalia, in Florida. Tricked her to kiss me using a Hershey’s Kiss.
My wife, our first kiss. Her innocent lips a bolt through my body,
a rush stopping time but then too quick.