Kiss

My girlfriend is sad to leave her mother,

something that has never happened.

They are emotional and tearful,

driving us north. We stop for lattes

and hot chocolate, which heartens

us all. It is mid-morning when we reach

our new home, and the delivery truck

is parked outside. We move inside,

across the bare floorboards,

and ensconce ourselves in deep

wicker couches. Bella makes sweet tea.

This moment feels historic.

As her parents’ car swings away,

we wave from our front porch

like a long married couple.

It is strange, and immensely pleasurable.

We kiss passionately, and go inside.

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