I want to write a love song to the girl I kissed,
lyrics for what we did on the closet floor
in the thick silence of your parent’s house:
Yeah, right there, – oh, that feels good.
We learned to suck each other’s tongues,
as we heard the glass bottle spinning,
pairing amateurs to study each other’s mouths.
Imagine it. We kissed, left small marks,
and never spoke of it.
We learned to open our throats,
your lung’s breath whispering:
Feel me here. Your head moved to my touch
until a knock on the door made us stop.
Soon a wash of light came over us,
half your chest still resting on mine –
with me looking at your bracelet
reflecting off the light, dancing on your skin.
John Hansen received a BA in English from the University of Iowa and an MA in English Literature from Oklahoma State University. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Summerset Review, Trouvaille Review, 50-Word Stories, One Sentence Poems, The Dillydoun Review, Schuylkill Valley Journal, Eunoia Review, Oddball Magazine, Litro Magazine, Amethyst Review, Wild Roof Journal, The Banyan Review, and elsewhere. He is English Faculty at Mohave Community College in Arizona. Read more at johnphansen.com.