Puppy Love

The moon is rising;
Air is fresh and cold,
Two small creatures sit and stare;
Bodies tremble, Cheeks burn,
Lips quiver,
Eyes flicker out of socket:melting,
rigid pattern of nerves
Of two lives.

The salt of childhood
Praying for the power of mind.
Done in one short breath,
He steals from her a kiss.
Her spirit steams to vapor.
Childhoods are put away;
The clock drops his arms.