26 December 2012
I remember I was cold,
because it was early in December,
And overnight it had snowed.
The lamp-posts were streaked with frosty fingerprints,
And the twisted branches of old oak trees
Shimmered with fragile scatterings of snowflakes.
You were clutching my gloved hand
With innocent excitement,
And, your blue eyes bright in the bitter breeze
Glittered.
All of a sudden,
You stopped beside a frosty bench,
And, in the crisp air,
Turned to me.
"May I kiss you?"
You whispered, your voice cracking
Perhaps with nerves,
Perhaps because you are getting older,
And have taken to opening doors for me.
I pause, and
Shrink back slightly
Into my thick fur collar.
"What?" I squeak,
Shocked, but excited.
You, instinctively,
Tuck one of my soft brown curls
Back behind my ear
And smile, nervously.
"Kiss you. Can I?"
"Y...yes" I say, eyes wide and blushing
Which, I pretend, is from the cold,
Because after all; I am practically a woman
And women don't blush from kisses.
You lean in, and, very carefully,
Place a sweet soft kiss upon my frost-bitten lips.
My heart flips over, and
I feel sparks zip around us
In frantic and directionless excitement.
Pulling back, you look into my eyes,
And clear your throat,
Serious and gentlemanly
Even though you are only 12,
And I only eleven,
So I'd really expected you to stick gum in my hair or something.
"Thanks," I say,
Trying to act relaxed
Even though inside
I'm spinning around in circles
And leaping around like a wild thing
Caterwauling for joy.
"No problem, Katie," you shrug.
You take my hand again,
Begin walking,
And that was that.
First Kiss • Opuss № I