I remember differently.
But, I must say, my recall is superb
Ardor sang like rain on a guttercatch,
Your love smelled of smoke
Your mouth of beeswax
The heart under my hand a trapped
frog, leaping through the ribs only to break its back
It was the cold first burst of rain,
the summer end mountain air inching into the collar of my jacket
The puddles at your feet sighing open as the droplets hit
I remember differently,
a first kiss.