In a stripped bathrobe
dripping wet from the shower
smiling as you came across the room,
the cool Hawaiin breeze through the screen door
and the smell of ginger mixed with red clay
which still clung to your cleats on the floor
no warning, you bent down
kissed me tenderly,
passionately,
firmly.
there have been many kisses over the years
passionate,
some desperate,
and thousands tender
but none have erased the feel of that first kiss
which lingers still on my lips
these 17 years.