In between the seconds ...

So a few weeks back or something like that I was reading one of my favorite writers. The topic of what I was reading was the longing for a kiss. Not just any old kiss but a perfect kiss. I’ve never met this writer but I have e-talked with her once upon a time and she is from near this area but now lives far away. We talked for a bit but like most e-friends things are just that e-friends. Some time later she posted a photo herself. I thought to myself how unfortunate that our lives will only cross as words on a page. Since then I’ve read her words and lived in the parts of her world that she shares, as much as you can live in someone else’s world through their words. She is truly my favorite writer, I loose myself in her words and feel the frustration, anger, love, joy, and other emotions threaded in those words.

Her words about searching for the perfect kiss, were unique to her so I won’t share them but as I read I wanted to have the opportunity to kiss her and hoped that I would measure up to the expectations of a perfect kiss.

To kiss someone and to know in that moment, the world has stopped and the only heartbeats that matter at all are these two, connected in that second. The earth seems to slide forward under your feet, because you are in a moment that has stopped, you are on a different time line and the rest of the world moves on without you for a second. You can feel your heart stop a bit in that second and as the other persons lips pressed gently against your own, their breath, is your breath and your auras meld to form a new single flash in the cosmos. This imprints on your psyche, you’ll remember these times and you just have to close your eyes and you are back to that one second in time. Locked in an embrace that leaves you breathless, and tortured forever forward trying to make that moment last an eternity. A high that saps your will to be anywhere else except in that moment in the arms of the other feeling them pulled in tight to you and their lips competing to close the infinitely smaller and smaller space between the two points and to actually become one. The feelings in that moment beginning in the lips take over your entire body and causes an earth shattering tremble in your soul

In the instant of a kiss you know if you want to kiss that person again or if there isn’t a chemical spark at all

It’s been a while since I’ve kissed anyone and a part of me is sad to say that the writer has since kissed someone and felt that it was pretty close to a perfect kiss. Maybe not the best one but one that knocked her a bit in the knees. Part of me too is happy that she did get that kiss, to be pulled into that spot where time stops and you loose your breath and your heart stops for a second and the world slides ahead of you for an instant and you are the only two people on earth.

Everyone has a person they would like to kiss and see if that magic springs forth because it all leads up to that first kiss and then it either moves forward from there or it dies.

Funny how we see those times when there is no spark in that first kiss as times in our lives we are better off not going down those roads. The ones we regret are when the magic is somehow shadowed after that point.

I’m remembering the pillars as I write this and know that it’s a possibility that the imprinted seconds of time are all there is, like the one just there inside my front door, the smell of denim and crisp cotton or the smell of the ocean in the mountains, or being pinned against the wall wanting to open my eyes to see if there were a dozen hands holding me but knowing that looking breaks the spell, answering the phone in the middle of the night to hear a voice long distant in time and space and be back to a split second, to wake in the night and to breathe the jasmine clinging in the air. There is a possibility that is all there is and there is a possibility that… time will stand still again, and my heart will stop for that instant and the tremble in the earth is just a shuttering deep in that locked away place


In other news…

The new one comes out Saturday… if you don’t know you don’t wanna know

Thinking about a letter and wondering about what will come

The lines shade for some and blur for others while in other places they become walls


That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,