Lips touching lips

August 10, 2019

A single kiss can bruise your soul –

a man slaughters a goat

March 28, 2019

In my earliest memory, a man slaughters a goat in my bathroom. In Rabat, I am nameless, another Moroccan girl to be looked at but not seen. When goats cry, it sounds just like a baby. I couldn’t list all the terrible things we do to one another.  I remember the goat kicking out, frantic. The shattered mirror. The stumbled prayer. I was sick every visit: my stomach heaving dirty water. I would cry and everyone else would tsk, murmur American. Once, I kissed someone and I’m afraid it ruined the world. I’ve learned that it’s not what you do with the knife — it’s how you hold it after. But how do you hold something like that? Something that never stops baring its teeth; a voiceless dog, all bite, no bark. I remember very clearly that I never saw any blood. Honestly, I wouldn’t even know what to do with a knife. I didn’t even know what to do with that mouth.

Yasmin Belkhyr
Surah Al-Fatiha,
Bonelight

to kiss and stroke

January 31, 2019

Making love in the afternoon is completely different in summer and winter. To begin as the afternoon light is fading, to wake up, warm and heavy, when it is completely dark, to kiss and stroke the shared invisible body, to leave the person you love half asleep while
you go and open wine…

Jeanette Winterson
Why I Adore the Night

This is how you keep her

January 12, 2019

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be.

Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that.

Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched.

Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans.

Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist.

Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen.

Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time.

Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count.

Kiss her stupid.

Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

Azra Tabassum

Mistletoe

December 25, 2018

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen — and kissed me there.

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen—and kissed me there.

Walter De La Mare

Poetry

December 10, 2018

Poetry is a private kiss provocatively exchanged in a public space.

K. Satchidanandan
The Kiss
included in The Mighty Stream, poems in celibration of Martin Luther King eds. Carolyn Forché and Jackie Kay

a witch should not kiss

October 2, 2018

Zdzislaw Beksinski

On the whole I am inclined to think that a witch should not kiss. Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her. She who takes a kiss can also die of it, can wake into something unimaginable, having turned herself into some new species.

Emma Donoghue
The Tale of the Kiss
Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins

taught to kiss

September 16, 2018

You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we remember what we were taught.

Boris Pasternak
Doctor Zhivago

Night on the Island

September 8, 2018

I have slept with you
All night long while
The dark earth spins
With the living and the dead,
And on waking suddenly
In the midst of the shadow
My arm encircled your waist.
Neither night nor sleep
Could separate us.

I have slept with you
And on waking, your mouth,
Come from your dream,
Gave me the taste of earth,
Of sea water, of seaweed,
Of the depths of your life,
And I received your kiss
Moistened by the dawn
As if it came to me
From the sea that surrounds us.

Pablo Neruda

Fun

August 28, 2018

“My God,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald
Tender Is The Night