First kiss

Visiting my parents' friends who had the builders in. One with the looks of David, the warmth of the sun and the colour of honey. Labouring, strong-armed, at a saw-horse in the orchard and singing snatches of ‘Sloop John B’. Blue shirt, blue eyes, blue sky beyond September-edged leaves. Smiled, took pity on me, (gazing in wordless, gormless, disbelieving, adoration). Warm lips tip of tongue taste of heaven.