first kiss

I run my hands upon the

Cluster of scars

Across your face.

You flinch

Yet your shoulders stay

Rigid as a contract.

Never have I come,

So close before,

Inches within reach.   

Don’t. Don’t you pull away,

My eyes plead with fervent greed,

Like Pandora and her god-damned box.

I cannot tell your breath

From the smoke you draw,

Urgently, from your cigarette,

That thin line I dare to cross.

I press my lips against yours

And I wait. 

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