If I could remember that first kiss,
I would always be reliving it

Veiled
by absinthe.
The ethanol already eroding the memory.

I would remember
The way your teeth tugged at my bottom lip
Inching me in.
Your hands, around my waist,
And your tongue cradling my fingers
When it wasn’t stroking mine.

We awoke the next morning,
bodies curving like a jigsaw.
My hair was dishevelled; yours, the same as always.
It was early,
all I wanted was to entwine my arms around you.
But the rest of the partygoers could see.
  
Our shield had evaporated
with the night
the memory.
All that remained was a hesitant dawn.