I kissed her friday night.
we were just having fun
street lights, cigarettes, text messages from the bathroom
“I wanna kiss you” she said.
I wanna kiss you.
all I could imagine was “okay” until our noses touched
then I knew nothing
lost control, for party balloons and wet fields and just have fun.
just have fun.
I want too much to hold on.
a night with you exploded into a week only in my head
your scent right before our lips touched
our erasing of the hours before
our embracing “i liked it”
trust too much in someone to leave you without dissonance
then they say,
ahh,
fuck it.
