tides ○ a collection of poems

ii. the story of a first kiss

it was the first day of a pale golden october when the trees
still wore leaves
and the nights were warm enough to sit by the window and watch bats circling the streetlamps in front of your room

just the exact room our lips first met
to write their own stories

you played a song i didn't know, one i didn't bother to know until i met you,
one of the songs i will never be able to
listen to again

when our eyes locked i thought that the world could turn upside down now and i wouldn't even notice
there was my reflection in your big pupils that i wanted to erase
because all i needed to see was you
and only you

our noses bumbed softly against each other
suddenly you were shy
you had told me you were afraid to fuck it all up

but when we kissed all i felt was the
starvation inside both of us
and my mind trying to create new constellations to show you and call after your name