To take by lips what survives in kissing.

beautiful surely but i don't know what. i might know it, like oh, this is it, this is what survives in kissing, and of course it must be taken by lips, i mean by what else by the nose or by the toe?

i always loved the idea of kissing -- but not in a heavily romantic two souls touching in the night kind of way but in the way that acknowledges us as animals. animals moving their mouths together saying take this my agression and make it soft, take what i would destroy you with, take my incisors, and mash them into your own and somehow the whole thing comes off so human.

Lips meet: spirit
breathes into
spirit, or a vague mist
forms.

it's lovely though, as a thought. but then we cannot forget with all this romance that kissing means saliva. saliva and a wet tongue. take that and set it to music. i'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree and you are my sunshine. well, even if you are there's always spit to consider. this is why the animal approach is more my style.

it occurs to me that all this jabber makes it sound like kissing me would be like kissing a monkey or an ox. it's not, i don't think. it's my favorite favorite thing. but my new take on ALL (that's just about everything in capital letters) is they are most beautiful understood in and unto themselves. such with all this mouth mushing.

and i feel like i'm clinging to a cloud