We met at a party,
Our eyes locked,
And the room disappeared.
We both said later,
It was as if we felt
A shiver of recognition,
A punch to the solar plexus.
And now,
If I smell the scent
Of one red rose,
The first gift I received,
It all floods back,
My stomach lurches,
As I recall our first kiss.
© Caro Ness 2015
