Little Jordan

Then he kissed me. . .very quietly. Quiet as dew. For a minute I saw his eyelashes against his skin and felt his cheek, cool and smooth like a little boy's cheek. Maybe all first kisses are the same, or maybe none of them are. Mine started with thinking about a boy's mother, a boy's cheek. Then suddenly everything seemed to change, as though I had stepped into deep water, and I closed my eyes.