My first kiss
hasn't happened yet.
But it's there.
Like a butcher's number,
Tangible but not taken.

So I am left to elaborate
With my own imaginative details
What a kiss is like.
And I feel that
Everything around me
Is adding layers to the
Experience
Until I've arrived with

My heart exploding
In a frantic beat
Like twitching
When you're almost
Asleep.
Aware of his arms
Even more of his lips.
Wanting to go farther
To catch up on lost time,
To dive into the ocean
And look upwards into the light
Of what's above
Where I am safe in silence.

But he's as unexperienced as I am
More scared than excited
Not ready for the dive
That I've had my toes on
For years.

So I'm left
With the perfect memory
Of a kiss
That never happened.