Sigh but don't sigh hard

your breath will blow the trees 

open

their faces will catch 

in the light,

open

amazed

they will struggle

their branches 

against the breeze

to become again 

closed.

'Boys don't kiss'

He used to say, not resisting my touch, but leaning away whenever I'd get too close.

'Boys don't kiss'

He'd mumble every time my lips'd trail somewhere near his.

In the minutes of his game with death, he decided the rule was worth breaking.