We shared our first kiss
in the bitter cold -
she looked girlish,
suddenly cautious.
A few strands
of her black hair
blew between our lips
after the first, brief,
mouths almost meeting
and the second and third,
with the cab driver waiting.
On the way to the subway
I listened to Diamond Dogs
because Bowie isn't here anymore.
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