The lips offered
One lover to another
Summoning the consciousness
Of another
In mutual gift.
Today’s paper says.
I am reminded
Of my first kiss
Behind my parent’s garage.
Janet was her name.
A neighbor. How old
We were I do not remember.
We were children.
And when I was
A teenager I kissed
My friend Debbie
Inside her parent’s garage.
We kissed each other.
And many years later
At our high school reunion
I heard her voice
And turned to her
Saying “Debbie.”
The girl I kissed.
“Do you remember Debbie
The time we kissed
Inside your parent’s garage?”
And she answered
“Oh gosh, Bruce,
Yes I do remember.”
The kiss I think
A measure of time.
A gift.