her doe eyes stared intently
into my own, and
she asked me,
if I had ever kissed a girl
before--I could feel
my cheeks blush crimson
as I shut my eyes and
could feel her advancing,
her breath tickling my face,
when I was startled from
this most perfect daydream
by the blips of my own heart,
to gaze into her eyes once more,
as she questioned me, her voice
intoned with concern,
if I was going to be okay.
I lied.
to spare her pain,
I smiled weakly
and whispered, yes.
24 June 1998