Not expecting it, we embraced,
each kiss followed by another.
I can see your face now,
your eyes closed, lips parted,
your cheek shining like a
   silver moon.
Our first kiss, our first embrace,
the image of your face,
blank, almost without expression,
floating in the street light --
I could desire no sweeter memory
   than this.

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