The Archipelago Of Kisses We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives dont grow on trees, like in the old days. So where does one find love? When youre sixteen its easy, like being unleashed with a credit card in a department store of kisses. Theres the first kiss. The sloppy kiss. The peck. The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we shouldnt be doing this kiss. The but your lips taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss. The I wish youd quit smoking kiss. The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad sometimes kiss. The I know your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get older, kisses become scarce. Youll be driving home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road, with its purple thumb out. If you were younger, youd pull over, slide open the mouths red door just to see how it fits. Oh where does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile. Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling. Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss. Now what? Dont invite the kiss over and answer the door in your underwear. Itll get suspicious and stare at your toes. Dont water the kiss with whiskey. Itll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters, but in the morning itll be ashamed and sneak out of your body without saying good-bye, and youll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left on the inside of your mouth. You must nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a special beach. Place it on the tongues pillow, then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C. But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The Ill love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when Im dead, Ill swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones. Jeffrey McDaniel
Posted on: Mon, 05 May 2014 06:33:20 +0000