As I Touch My Lips: A Rondeau

You kissed me here not long ago;
how to define us, I don’t know.
When we touched, did you think it queer
to want our smiling faces near?
We redefine the status quo.

With you, I am all aglow,
confident but shy—although
I’m willing to cast off every fear
because you kissed me here.

I wondered if this were all for show;
we’re people who feel, with places to go.
By now, I thought my head would clear
but I feel something too sincere:
too sincere to take it slow
because you kissed me here.