The first time we kissed I wore
cotton candy lip gloss and it felt
like a carnival ride.
with the afternoon sun
-flooding through your bedroom window-
hot on our faces,
I remember finding your cheek
for the first time-
like a baby taking her first steps-
and you quivered
against the wall we had painted
cherry-blossom red last summer,
when you were in love with Japan.
You told me one day we would travel the world
-just you and me-
(and your eyes as deep as the sea).
Our voices, thinking back,
were so meek and timid;
Our bodies weak from lack of
attention.
the lust we found when our lips first met
-soft, acoustic music as our soundtrack-
feeds our words, and we now speak
with a certain significance.
and baby, when I hold your hand
I could conquer the world.