kisses

We sat on the porch, Avoiding the snow. My legs were on either side of your body. I whispered in your ear. Ridiculous anecdotes not appropriate for the clumsy elegance of the situation. We kissed then. Your lips soft, Pink, On mine. It was cold, The sky gray. But we were warm, Our cheeks red. Our hoods were pulled up around our heads. Me, looking like the grim reaper. You, a teen living in the moment. And even though my mom pulled up and saw me on your lap, Saw our lips together, I regret nothing.