Kiss the Girl

Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one’s breath.

We give so much away when we kiss. And we take so much.

I’m not really one for mushy nothings. I think they’re called nothings for a reason. But today, I’m reflecting on kisses, and just how wonderful they are.

I’m dealing with so much drama right now. I don’t mean that in a, “I like to call anything that is more than sitting around like a vegetable (albeit a content, happy vegetable) drama,” but as in a “life is a stage” kind of way. Sometimes, it gets to be too much. Ces la vie, non?

But those sweet gentle kisses that say to me, “I’m here, Amber. I love you no matter how crazy your life gets. You’re stuck with me,” just fix it all. People keep telling me that this won’t be the case forever. But I’m going to do my best to prove them wrong. I’m of the impression that when we love someone, they never stop being enough. Sometimes, they stop being wonderful. Like, in a terrible, Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde kinda of way. And when that’s the case, it’s sad. And sometimes, all it takes is for those two people to not be together anymore. And that’s also sad.

But as long as I have anything to say about it, that won’t happen here. We’ll go on loving each other and kissing each other until we both stop breathing. (However, when one of us stops breathing, the other will eventually have to stop kissing the dead one. Otherwise, that would be breaking the law, and that’s a whole different blog for a while different day.)

So, I may be naive, but this is how I see it.

Hold me close and hold me fast, this magic spell you cast is la vie en rose. When you kiss me, Heaven signs, and though I close my eyes, I see la vie en rose. When you press me to your heart, I’m in a world apart, a world where roses bloom. And when you speak angels sing up from above, every day words seem to turn into love songs. Give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be, la vie en rose.

I guess that pink isn’t such a bad color after all.

At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, All the secrets that slept deep within me came awake. Everything was transformed and enchanted, everything made sense.

~Herman Hesse