I’ll never forget the moment we kissed,
the night of the hayride –
that flash-in-the-pan magic moment
that makes your hair stand on end.
Could be the surge forward
as the house lights fade,
a glance from the lead singer
or a badly timed scissor kick from a trombone player.
Part of an email update from Koko, 10 June 2011. ‘It is all about’ removed from line 3. Submitted by Laura.