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When I held a bottle for the first time,
I loved the cold feeling of the glass on my fingers
and how it looked in my hand.

That bitter taste -
the very first swig from the gold she gave me -
at that moment, I was in.

My head was an easy sound
after I downed it -
I laughed at everything
and began to pour (requited) affection over her.
We all started swimming, then
spun an empty one. Kissed each other.

I started my second.
I'd heard bad things about drinking,
but damn, did I feel good.
Dizzy, free to say whatever I wanted,
the unreal feeling beating under my face.
She and I were glued together,
standing in the shallow end,
trading chlorine kisses.

At the bottom of my second-ever bottle,
I was floating, but the rational me
stayed inside
and didn't let me float too far.
Four naked cannonballs later, and
my brain still liked my decision.

I came down slow, let the buzz
move to a hum.
Cloaked in just that soft white button-up,
only one button done,
she and I held each other.
That
was bliss.

She lit a candle to keep the mosquitoes away.
I can still see it dancing.


~
Age when written: 16
*This is an actual recount of my first time drinking.