I have yet to awake <br />From our first kiss - <br />Taken lingering at the threshold <br />Of your apartment door <br />And bliss. <br /> <br />Touched lips spark static <br />And held slightly together <br />One hand in the small of your back <br />The other behind mine <br />Fingers crossed – <br />Not for an invite tonight <br />But a future. <br /> <br />In that slight lip touch – <br />Plush lawns, bouncy balls <br />Diaper pails and trips to malls – <br />Schools - <br />Tears - <br />Hopes – <br />Fears – <br />And of course dreams of growing old together. <br /> <br />We parted relieved to know <br />The feeling was mutual – <br />Buoyed on those dreams I floated <br />Down the hall. <br />Forsook the elevator and <br />Took the stairs by twos. <br />Out into the Salt Lake streets <br />And past my bike. <br />Had to take a lap around the block <br />to be safe to ride. <br /> <br /> <br />DSA Mother's Day '10<br /><br />David Abrahams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-kiss-67/
