First Time

By Ruby Rodriguez

 

we kiss 

on the tamarindo tree,

shaking and anxious

our elbows in

awkward angles

 

the leaves fly

in our faces

and into our mouths

if we’re not careful

 

summer spider

knitting a web

above our heads:

a sticky mistletoe,

 

tender flowers raining

over us

 

our knees stuck to our

chests dead still

to avoid the wasps

 

we see deep wells

in each other’s eyes

 

i wonder how many

sequoias can fit inside

 

i wonder if life exists

for moments like these.

Morpho by Leah Mayes