Snapshot

It was the Saturday
before spring break.

You had a boyfriend,
and so did I;
it should have stopped us,
but we managed to overlook that
small
concept called morality

in favor
of a long awaited taste
of our own personal
forbidden fruit.

Catherine was upstairs, and our
mouths
found each other in a startling
embrace, all rational thought
exiting my mind
and leaving only the taste of you,

a flavor I would find hard to forget
in the not-too-distant future.