give me your lips, if we be friends
Aug. 22nd, 2002 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fictionallast night, we spent some time and conversation reflecting on first kisses.
i remember when kissing someone was this strange magical unknown thing to me, that was somehow far more than the sum of its parts, more than the meeting of two pairs of lips and a wet tongue. and when "not kissing", (but doing everything else) imbued the act of the kiss with so much more energy than if it was just a simple gesture of affection or lust.
i remember a certain girl who let me play with her six ways to sunday, but never let me kiss her, and it became something that drove me kind of nuts, because it was made so important by her denial. oddly though it was so rarely anything particularly special in reality. the only time in high school, when it was crazy and intense and insane and tingly all over, i stayed obsessed and "in love" with the person for two and a half years.
i don't know why it is that i'm thinking so much about it, but it struck a strange chord in me about people, and how we give importance to things with ritual either spoken or unspoken...and unless we are either very lucky or very skilled, it is so rare that the ritual or tradition takes on a life of its own.
i kiss people now like i hug them, giving them touch for touch.
but i sometimes miss the mystery and power that's lost by familiarity.
i remember when kissing someone was this strange magical unknown thing to me, that was somehow far more than the sum of its parts, more than the meeting of two pairs of lips and a wet tongue. and when "not kissing", (but doing everything else) imbued the act of the kiss with so much more energy than if it was just a simple gesture of affection or lust.
i remember a certain girl who let me play with her six ways to sunday, but never let me kiss her, and it became something that drove me kind of nuts, because it was made so important by her denial. oddly though it was so rarely anything particularly special in reality. the only time in high school, when it was crazy and intense and insane and tingly all over, i stayed obsessed and "in love" with the person for two and a half years.
i don't know why it is that i'm thinking so much about it, but it struck a strange chord in me about people, and how we give importance to things with ritual either spoken or unspoken...and unless we are either very lucky or very skilled, it is so rare that the ritual or tradition takes on a life of its own.
i kiss people now like i hug them, giving them touch for touch.
but i sometimes miss the mystery and power that's lost by familiarity.
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giving you touch for touch
Date: 2002-08-24 01:02 pm (UTC)just overwhelmed by being in a new place so i haven't commented but i thought you should know :)
why did she never let you kiss her?