I remember
the beauty
of our first kiss
about to happen
as if the bow string
trembled at the approach
of the bow
about to be
swept across it
the to-be that hadn't happened yet
but was about to
the tautness
of the string
and oh how
we exploded
into music.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-kiss-about-to-happen/
