I.
She was a delicate little thing.
Young and sweet and cute.
With every hello
I sent her an unspoken invitation
to come over to my place for weed and coffee,
and make out on the parlor couch
while listening to the Smiths on the record player.
II.
The wind picked up
pushing the fountain mist
into our faces.
I held off as long as I could, but it still
shocked her when I leaned in for the kiss.
She was surprised but she didn’t resist.
She tasted of college life and cigarettes.
III.
The perfect spot in the park
with a nice mix of sun and shade
to lay down a blanket
play guitar, eat yummy snacks
and talk myself out of making a move
on her.
The stakes were just too high on this one.
~Edward Austin Robertson