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?