spin
spin
spin
spin

goes the bottle on hardwood floors
I'm holding my breath, though I don't even realize it
the ketchup bottle slows and eventually stops
everyone is silent

I force myself to look up
up to the eyes of the boy who shall taste my lips
fear surrounds me as our eyes meet
we stand and walk towards eachother
each stopping half-way
his smile assures me everything is okay

so I close my eyes
and he closes his
and we move closer
until our lips touch
and we kiss

and walk back
as if nothing had happened
though we both know something did

12/27/1999

Author's Note: only kept around because I wrote it and then it happened. sort of.

Posted on 10/26/2004
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