A First

In retrospect, a strange
suggestion, to agree
to meet behind the train
station in the half-light
of dusk, but a resort
made for solitude. Tucked
behind a concrete wall,
they stand opposite
and kiss with eyes shut.
It is clumsy. Teeth knock
like hard pearls, their dry
awkward lips slightly stick,
but it is a first kiss,
the most important,
when the distant fuss of
trains and traffic are muted
and the heart hammers
with young, artless love.

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