i would have kissed
you
hard,
the first time,
when i got the chance:
the park bench
behind
the elementary school,
on soft lips,
wet
with the last few
drops of dew stained
on the afternoon grass—
thought of your smile,
saw your face from
across the room,
sitting in the back row,
when you had an itch,
but couldn't get it
underneath your cast,
and the victory
when you realized
you could reach it
with your pen.
