• He kissed me
    with a giddy-happy hiccup
    and I thought maybe the world would stop
    like they say in books
    or in movies
    but it didn't.

    So I kissed him
    with a sleepy-smiley breath
    and a squishy tongue
    that pressed softly against
    his sometimes chapped lips.

    His palms were
    bigger than mine,
    fitting perfectly
    around my small hands
    and cupping my cold fingers.

    When his big palms
    crept up to my stomach
    I wasn't scared or nervous
    it was new
    and I was okay.

    So his big palms
    and chapped lips
    and squishy tongue
    and laughing chin
    were good friends with mine
    just like they were meant to be.

    And we kissed
    with hush-quiet murmurs
    and giddy-happy hiccups
    and sleepy-smiley breaths.