This poem is about how one reflects on their first kiss over time
|This is a piece I'm working on for a book of poetry I want to publish later this year, this belongs to EMOTION. Let me know what you think and what I can better.
Taste my being
To kiss someone is a premeditated occurrence,
To which no age is a requirement.
A moment that is remembered with frequency,
To assure you of your presence,
In an uncertain environment