Kiss at the Moonlit Night

When I look at the moon I think
of us dancing at night to a song we
both share. I remember are first kiss
was neither rough or sweet but the...
Trembling of your lips that brushed
against mine/my lips. How you breathed
a sigh of relief myself pressed against
the wall. A sigh of no fear
Since you stole my first kiss I closed
my eyes in wonder of your thoughts
of why you worried of such ridiculous
notion over one little touch.