Prompt Five

playing ‘kick the can’ at thirteen

under a perse sky
as twilight curtains
the city –
our townhouses rowed
together like people
(huddled against the cold
we corner the same space)

our lips pursed
as heat actuates
our senses –
reaching out to each other
before our bodies link
(cuddled against the wall
lips fuse as our fingers lace)

a first kiss, pressed
into the album
of memory –
my playlist near full
but this song persists
(shuttled back to that night
with each new embrace)

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