Growing up I fantasized
What the first kiss would feel like
Would it be magical
Like the sunshine peeping through a rainy day
Would it awaken a hidden synapse
Causing a chill run down the spine
Would it uncover still life from within
Falling out from the eyes, drop by drop
Would it be an everlasting moment
Life on one scale, its sensation on the other
Nothing would prepare me
For my first kiss
It was all of the above
And much more
Rhonda planted it on my cheek
The day I met her
They say she's not going to make it
Her kiss said otherwise
It wasn't a kiss of resignation
Neither of despair nor of regret
It was the kiss of life
She will live in it, long after I am gone
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hair-raisingly surreal
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