nothing like
 
 that one, in fact,
 
 maybe it wasn’t
 
 even my
 
 best kiss
 
 but it was pretty
 
 fine, and the fact
 
 that he had asked
 
 will forever make
 
 that kiss
 
 stand out in my
 
 mind, touch my
 
 heart, make me
 
 remember a
 
 kiss so tender
 
 it made me cry.
 
 He held me then,
 
 smoothed my hair
 
 and I asked him to
 
 kiss me again
 
 and he did, over
 
 and over, until
 
 I thought we might
 
 melt together,
 
 fused by kisses.
 
 In That Quite Hot Moment
 
 a park ranger cruised by,
 
 took a good, long look.
 
 Maybe we’d better go.
 
 “I should get back anyway.