I remember this song

It played when I

Thought about kissing you

The boulevard soundtrack we

Heard quietly through scratchy

Outdoor cafe speakers as

Waiters stacked chairs upon

Tables and you glided

As I scuffled dragging

My feet trying to

Capture you beneath the

Streetlight when you turned

Towards me kissed first

Then dashed on ahead

All coy and coquettish

As I your shy

Bumbling suitor stood blinking

That first became the

First of many firsts

Of firsts with you