your mouth opens and words come out of it and start dancing around like sky divers that have just dove from a plane. at one point they grab hands and hold each other into a sharp circle that's a phrase.
the landing though, the touch base, the first base now that's a dreamer. when lips meet in fours and two by two: upper with lower, upper with upper, lower with upper the alltogethernow until you don't know which one is which and which of them are actually yours.
now you're finally talking!
a kiss is worth a thousand words, a thousand pounds (of weight), a thousand promises.
that is only if it does not turn into a Glasgow kiss or a Liverpool one for that matter. then it's worth a thousand stitches.
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1 comment:
Loved this post and totally agree. Oh ouch a Glasgow kiss - used to live in Scotland. Brilliant writing as usual!!
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