“What lies lurk in kisses.” – Heinrich Heine
For every minute of my life,
I will spend one second
recalling that night in July,
when you lured me to your house.
It was darkening when I arrived,
almost eight. Your house equally
dark and empty. In your room,
you had to hold my hand
so I did not trip on your messes.
You sat me on your bed. You asked
me what I wanted to do.
You suggested a movie. So we started
The Matrix on your computer,
lying back in your bed. I tried
not to get too close.
I did not understand it – the movie
or your feelings. I looked up
at you, traced your lips.
I wanted to kiss your soft mouth,
to see if it was as I remembered.
It was.
Except this time,
you regretted it twenty-four hours
later.
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