"So He Kissed Me - poem" by Navah Rosensweig

So he kissed me.

So what?

When most men kiss, girls

sigh dreamily and fall into

waiting open arms.

A magical response enough,

I should think.

But when he kissed me,

instead of sighing dreamily, I

woke up.

Imagine that.

A sleep of a hundred years, and

he kisses me, and

just like that, I

wake up.

He was disappointed, I think.

He expected the usual

response, but

my eyes had been closed too long

to close them again to

fall into his arms.

I’d never seen the man before

I opened my eyes to find him

gazing down expectantly at me.

And now he wants my

hand in marriage.

Whatver makes him deserving?

I ask.

But he kissed me!

He protests, as if

I am not immune to the

magic of his kiss, given a

natural immunity by my

years of magical sleep.

So he kissed me.

So what?