Ak.. Poem by anais vionet

The first time you kissed me it was a surprise, I wasn't ready.
It was a sneak attack, funny ‘cause they say the girl ‘always knows.'
I think we're lucky we didn't chip a tooth.

The unexpected slowed me - ‘ok, that happened, ' I thought.
Because I'd wondered, before - ‘does he like me like THAT? '
and suddenly you came into sharp focus, your lips, your eyes,
your goofy smile. It changed things, for us - like Jesus's birth
changed time - there was before kiss (bk) and after kiss (ak) .

We somehow kludged our way into love - the old fashioned way
without navigation software, dating sites, hookup apps or breadcrumbs.

Like our foremothers and fathers or Columbus - we bumbled into a new world.