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.
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