yes….. yes

como la flor, como la flor

sleepingtigers:

Now what? Don’t invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. It’ll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don’t water the kiss with whiskey. 
It’ll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters, 
but in the morning it’ll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye, 
and you’ll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. Place it on the tongue’s pillow, 
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss. 
Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth, 
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

The Archipelago of Kisses
by Jeffrey McDaniel

whatsgoodtumtum:

GO FOR IT!

Never to go on trips with anyone you do not love.