First Kiss

This is a poem about my first kiss

Running through the fields,
you and I
thirteen-year-olds,
our jeans wet
from the rain earlier that day.
We didn't care
as we held hands
going toward the I-81 bridge,
our bridge.
The hill underneath
was high and muddy
but like a real gentleman
you helped me climb.
At the top we stat side by side,
your arm wrapped around my shoulders.
At the time we knew what love was
with cars hurrying over our heads.
It's time to go
but I wish it wasn't.
You take my hand
and ask to kiss me.
Going scarlet I nod.
I never knew a moment in time
could go by in slow motion
and so fast all at once.
It was soft and gentle,
what dreams are made of.

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[SuddenCognito]

Really nice! you capture the feeling of the subject very well! :)