a poem


"Our First Kiss"



One thing I remember
about our first kiss
is that it was passionate
and delicate, so delicate.
I don’t think we understood
the delicacy as much as we
intuitively felt it.
The excitement, the jubilation,
and surprisingly when I look back
on it I always think of the part after,
when we walked backwards,
and I gave you a piggyback ride,
and everything seemed just right,
like all of Neptune’s moons were aligned.


by Ben Bussewitz

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