A First Kiss Poem by Brooke Renwick

He stood beneath the fading light,
a trembling heart, a sky turned night.
The world felt hushed, the breeze held still,
as time leaned in against his will.

Her laughter brushed the quiet air,
a softness floating everywhere.
He felt the moment blooming slow—
a spark he wasn't meant to know.

She stepped in close; the world grew small,
a single breath, that said it all.
And when her lips met his at last,
the future blurred, the past rushed past.

A gentle touch, a fleeting bliss,
the universe inside a kiss.
He walked away with glowing skin—
a brand‑new world awake within.