Thursday, April 12, 2012
K is for Kisses
Our first ones are chaste and innocent. A mother's lips, soft and warm, welcoming us into the world. A thousand words are spoken in those moments as she presses kisses to her newborn's face. Relief, happiness, love, possession, all wrapped up in the gentle endearment.
Giggles accompany the butterfly kind. Eyelashes lightly brushing against cheek. Little girls flittering their adoration on fathers. Hoping for a tickling return before being tucked safely in.
Then, there's the magic of the first kiss. Whether in a school, behind a tree, or in a car as you say good night. The butterflies do a furious dance of anticipation. You lean in, hopeful, anxious, unsure. Lips touch in sweet discovery and life is never quite the same again.
Married kisses are as varied as the seasons. Warm and inviting as you reunite at the end of a day. Supportive during hard times. Expressing passion that comes from commitment and loyalty. They become familiar, comfortable, like a blanket settled over on a rainy afternoon.
A peck on the cheek. A smooch. Sloppy toddler smacks. Even the chocolate kind. A kiss is simply divine.