Nervous conversation punctuates
our irregular steps;
slow down, we have just met.
The bar door screeches wide;
I am so nervous, my face
has frozen in a saccharine smile.
With jerks we select table, drink, word.
Eyes dart.
We mirror each other on the seats,
jitters, hands and feet move too fast.
Lean forward love,
my body’s aura will respond.
Faces in a slender band of space
freeze before this impact.
The air trembles between our mouths,
then you lightening flame me with
a deep inhale of lip on lip,
my legs tense, my eyes close deep.
Sonja Broderick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-kiss/
