First Taste

First Taste

Can you believe it?

Thirty-four years

before I held someone’s hand.

I thought

I might share my first kiss with him.

But he kissed our chances goodbye

the moment he ignored

my drunk I miss you text.

Jesse’s girl—

I was never meant to be.

Still, it made me wonder

what the person I give my first kiss to

will taste like.

Friendship

with a flirty playfulness.

A cowboy with a mustache—

whiskey rye,

risk,

and security.

Or maybe

a pretty wildheart with curves,

a beautiful smile,

kisses that taste like

accepting myself

authentically.

Time will tell.

I’ll set my fears aside

and hope

that my first kiss

after all these years

tastes like solid choices—

choices even my inner child

is proud of.