um, hi! You don't know me but I found this link through delicious and then saw that all my lovely bandom friends were jumping on board so I will too! (& I loved the poem above and many scattered between)
so, from a collection of poems on first love junior high style:

First Touch

Halfway through the movie
at the most boring part
you slowly reach up
and sort of backwards
to rub my left shoulder
and keep on rubbing it
until the movie screen
becomes a bright blur.

"Shoulder," I think
all the way home
feeling it tingle
feeling it glow:
"I have a shoulder."

-Ralph Fletcher