CIRCUMFERENCE
We kissed for the first time: moonlight
in the parking lot of an Italian restaurant.
On tips of toes I leaned
& pressed my chest closer to yours.
You laughed into my hair. You’re tall
enough already. I’m sure I blushed,
said nothing, conscious of my body jutting
against space, wondering just how much is too much.
What I wish I’d said was:
I didn’t stand on tips of toes because
I couldn’t reach you. I just felt
so much & so far I
had to grow
to contain it.
This poem appeared in the 2019 Augmented Reality Poetry Anthology, More Truly, More Strange. Cover photograph by Darla Mottram.