First Kiss

A Poem by PanicAttack

Between our wanting and our oneness
there is a moment
that wordless, wondering moment
in which I shall will you to kiss me.

It's as brief as a heartbeat,
as endless as a heartbreak,
as fatal as a heart stop.
What chance do you have?

Don't look into my eyes - you'll be lost.
Don't gaze upon my mouth - you'll fall for
its wantonness,
its sinfulness,
and all its hopeful hopelessness.

Surely you're too sensible,
far too sensible for that.

First, a glance, your quizzical,
questioning glance.....
I feel it burning into me,
appraising and figuring,
reckoning the odds.
What is the chance, it asks.
Then a smile, nervous and unnerving.
Now it is you who are teasing me.

Hand reaches for bared arm
laid across my lap, like a trap.
But the touch is not the hand’s,
only a finger - your finger’s tip
grazing the down of my wrist.
Our eyes watch it, fascinated,
as if it is an insect
creeping across my skin.
But then the finger becomes a fist,
curled around my forearm,
and draws me to you,
the one I have drawn to me.

Now we are lost, you and I:
the tilt of my head beckons you,