List of people I've kissed

Do you remember like I do, the way we’d jump with giddy— Or how we’d grit our teeth, waiting for something to happen? Your feeling, A pulse that nipped the green off my leaves, like I was holding something in my mouth, something I couldn’t swallow. A space between urge & action. A pause before the pull, where everything hangs, and nothing falls. A candle-age dream, showing me how to walk. A guardian spirit, with the grace to talk. Fishing for a whale, to break the tide. Pockets full of change from the wrong time— I should trade them like marbles, so that in hopscotch, I only worry about tripping.