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