First Kiss Poem by Megan Lacey

That fleeting touch!

Of the one thing softer and sweeter than a rosebud, not quite in bloom.

I can imagine you, in the split second before my eyes close.

Leaning over me, leaning in, your hands in my hair.

Hovering in a delirious moment, almost afraid to cross

That short, immeasurable space.

A warm breath, so close, so very close.

Thawing my cool skin, turning chill marble to fevered flesh

Ice Princess, never! For I am aflame!

The bridge is crossed, all that remains are it's embers

Written here, wreathed in fervor, with your lips upon mine

An inferno which can never be quenched.