First Love

Between the bells
of noon and two we played
chicken
on the railway lines
where no trains ran
anymore,
just two school kids
out of bounds.
I offered him my apple
Eve-like, to tempt,
innocently seduce but
he had vanilla yogurt
in a pot so we shared that,
spoon-less,
dipping grubby fingers.
I longed to taste his
but couldn’t ask.
Afterwards
he took papers out
and rolled his own
from a yellow tin of Silk Cut.
So I shared my first cigarette,
coughing, with my crush.