I remember
the beauty

of our first kiss
about to happen

as if the bow string
trembled at the approach

of the bow

about to be

swept across it

the to-be that hadn't happened yet
but was about to

the tautness
of the string

and oh how

we exploded
into music.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-kiss-about-to-happen/