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

i talk about the weather because i think it is impossible to talk about the weather and only really talk about the weather. we talk in these moments about mood and about the impossibility of the world and about power and uncertainty and about umbrellas. i used to think i was a rain drop and all the dead people and animals of all time were an ocean and i was just making that long descent until completely indistinguishable from all the dead things and maybe i still do but what if i'm a rain drop falling over idaho. what then. and what if there's a sudden and terrible worldwide drought and i evaporate on my way down.

these are things my former imagination had not considered. that, and hail.

yesterday it was sunny but walking down the street i got rained on anyway. that's a true story. there was no umbrella whatsoever involved.

grrrr she says. oh grrr.