i didnt know yet that the street

was the last place i could

still turn back

that the kiss would start itself

that we would bump teeth like animals

that you

growly and undisguised

would ask the one thing

you werent allowed to ask

what do you want

that i would say something

to keep from saying yes

with my whole mouth

that we would climb

into the back seat

of the mom mobile

that youd do that

with your hand at my throat

that i would have the presence of mind

to think

i have got to see this

that i would open my eyes

to your jaw

your shoulder

the wet line of your neck

that after

we would joke about socks

and books

initials traced in condensation

i would risk it all again

just to be so stupid

and alive

so ruined

and so warm