First Kiss Poem by Brandon Lucero

I sought a blank space

made of white

organized furious seething thoughts

you're not like that

perfect grace in this smoldering fire

I felt so tragic on my funeral pyre

imaginative fear

so profound

clouds of azzure overcame the heat

rains of castamere washed my feet

the warm drops tasting sugary sweet

reminding me of a time past

your lips carried the weight of the womb

stupendously terrifying

magnetically unique

as if our kiss was the first

and I prayed so very hard

that it would not be the last