why my first kiss will be on my wedding day

nothing would bring me closer to you. nothing, not even

licking snack dust from your fingers, not washing your feet

at the highest point of the ferris wheel, not even opening

all the presents on christmas eve. you see it's about giving,

and once we're married you better believe i'm giving

our first kiss all that i've got. oh i am so excited

to put my lips against other lips. the sweet briny thrill

of co-mingling fluids. i want to believe

that all this time you were looking at me, except

there is no way. i waited. my lips twitching

for showtime. hearing you ask, how can your face

be so close to another's yet never touch?

this poem as answer. this idle daydreaming

of our first kiss revisited, scratched,

as if it never happened. until it does