I.
She plants the first kiss
in the back of a taxi, cabbie
craning his neck, eyes in rearview
to catch the warm press of lips.
We run
from cab to night, capital
breath pinning us to the hip
of One Way & DON’T
WALK, signs blinking black
surrender as we stand
in more eyes, the whip
of wind,
kiss again. Ready
for knees, the kneel
& spin of our steal—
away song, I stop her
in winter’s thaw, chirp
I love you
before feet rush
our bodies indoors
to corner tables
& candlelight.
Yes,
you do
she laughs, & I
lose my coat,
get acquainted
w/cold.
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