At seventeen, she stole a kiss in her mother’s basement,
not just any kiss from anyone;
she stole a kiss from me,
and I wasn’t even sure what that meant.
We parted ways at night’s end,
but I still breathed the salt on her lips.
Another hated person lost on chances,
crying in a cold shower;
I splashed icy water on my face,
seeing the reflection of all she wanted
me to be in the mirror before me.
Thirty years later,
we met at a high school reunion.
The taste on her lips remained unchanged.
The lust in my heart remains untamed.
(© 2022 AC)