I remember <br />the beauty <br /> <br />of our first kiss <br />about to happen <br /> <br />as if the bow string <br />trembled at the approach <br /> <br />of the bow <br /> <br />about to be <br /> <br />swept across it <br /> <br />the to-be that hadn't happened yet <br />but was about to <br /> <br />the tautness <br />of the string <br /> <br />and oh how <br /> <br />we exploded <br />into music.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-kiss-about-to-happen/
