A cartoon boy and girl kiss awkwardly on a picnic table in a sunlit grass clearing.

Photo credit Jake Givens via Unsplash.com

The first time I kissed you
was on a backyard picnic
on a warm day
on a sunny patio.
There was no nuanced romantic plan;
I pretty much just blurted out a kiss
and I remember I had a beer in my hand
so I probably tasted like hops
plus I made the strategic mistake
of kissing you downwind of the grill
and a well-meaning breeze
wrapped us up in smoke
and the smell of sizzling bratwurst.
I was worried I’d ruined it all
til I felt you smiling too
and the point of all this isn’t that the kiss was bad
but rather that I suspect we can do better
and it’s fun to think
about all our future kisses
waiting to be discovered.

I want to kiss you on the street corners of everywhere
and on mountaintops
and during the times we are hidden from the world.
And in time we will explore
all of the other ways
that you can be kissed.