Overwhelmed by the warmth of your welcome,
dancing embraced in your arms
and lifted by cider and catchy music,
I dared to give you a kiss.

It was just a brushing of your brow,
not presumptuous lips,
and then an apology on your hand
so as not to blight the bliss.

But you whirled away across the floor
and found somebody else,
leaving me stranded in outer space,
summarily dismissed.

It was only a gesture of tenderness
but maybe you misread it
as too familiar, going too far,
somehow something amiss.

I really wanted to see you again
and have a proper talk
so I'm writing this poem just to tell you
how much I regret that kiss.