I could have kissed you
up against the stained wall
when no one was looking
and the lights were shining neon.

I could have kissed you
walking up the granite steps
on the roof of the music building
when the stars seemed perfect
and I was drunk.

I could have kissed you on my cerulean sheets
with your tan arm wrapped around my bones
where the music was faintly dancing
and I realized you had lovely hazel eyes.

but I kissed you in the basement
where you held me without force
and the kisses were lyrical
as they trailed down my neck
I fell for the gentleness of your hands
and the sweet smile on your face.