First Kiss on Riverside
Drive

You leaned in.
Our eyes closed.
While rain, a mist so light
we may have imagined it,
caught us in a fine net,
on iridescent pavement.

Tears of the gods spilled
from April’s warmest breath.
Your lips, moist,
lustrous with liquor and
nacre, at the same time
both sweet and briny.

Our mouths, anticipatory,
opened like oysters in their beds,
and your tongue swished in
like sea water,
in and out,
searching for a pearl.