Buried deep among the cloudy years,
there is a night, warm and glowing, that flickers
now through dreams and random thoughts like the
flashing torches we used for spotlight.
We met behind a bush, she was my younger,
almost my twin, hiding there she could have been my cousin,
wide full lips and broad brow.
Only just 12, while I had reached my teendom, and golden from the summer,
I felt her watching me, panting from the run, and wondering,
would I do it?
And then they were there, uncertain lips touching,
just a quick peck, a giggle, and then running off through the night.
And I was left to wonder,
was that flashing light just for me?