Do you remember our first kiss?
I try to forget it because
my ticker starts to fracture
right in the middle,
where all my love
comes from,
when I remember how you
tasted like beer and new things.
I closed my eyes out of respect.
The couple next to us
was making out
and you made the
most handsome face
I've ever seen.
Good-willed determination.
You caught me off-guard,
but when my eyelids shut
I saw a Fourth of July grand finale.
They were red and white.
The music was loud and so was
the pulse in my ears.
That was the last night I
hurt myself anymore.
You made me love you and
-most importantly-
myself with that most perfect
and drunk
first kiss.