first kiss

darling i think the prettiest thing of it is that i

have been dreaming about this moment since i was little,

pressing my mouth to the back of my hand to see what it felt like to be touched like that,

imagining pulling someone into a corner or a closet or behind a door

like they do in the movies,

scripted & staged but oh so beautiful to my starry-eyed younger self,

but when i held you under a gray november sky,

outside, the first whisper of rain barely breathing around us,

it felt almost normal.

like it was meant to be, like we were a fairytale, 

one written by the gulls that circled overhead

wings beating their applause, a movie

made entirely of the way you seemed to glow as you touched your lips to mine.