4/4/18

Eighteen years ago
in a field,
on the southern most 
tip of Taiwan,
on this very night,

I turned around
and made braver
by beer,
began a conversation 

with someone 
that would turn out to 
be you my love.

That evening 
I tried to kiss you;
you thought I had something to say
as I leant in.

I still cringe.