A Good Kiss

A good kiss is a lot like

a bad car crash.

Springtime and gasoline

perfume –

veined romance,

music in breaking glass.

And in the instant of collision

everything is free-floating,

jumbled.

Pine needles, dried leaves and

an ancient peanut

float by you

as they enjoy

weightlessness.

Boys will lose one

dirty athletic sock on

dirtier blacktop and never

know it.

think about how hard it is

to pull those cars apart,

tangled together as they are.

It can’t be done

Without screeching

metal and the help of

municipal forces.

If you are lucky

both of you will walk away,

shaking but alive.

If you are blessed

the pain of the event

will be dwarfed by the contrast

of colors and shadow

and the taste of ripe strawberries.