A Thousand Kisses Deep

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

Secret kisses, summoned kisses, the interlude kiss, the invisible kiss, the last kiss, kiss kiss bang bang, the first kiss, the matrimonial kiss, the evolution of a kiss, the courageous kiss, the loss for words kiss, the kiss we never give, the revolutionary kiss, the late night sessions kiss: “The world is born when two people kiss.” -Octavio Paz.

There comes a point in life where kissing is no longer an imitation of a movie scene, or even a demonstration of simple desire. Kisses often come with a past, and sometimes a future, and yet in the same moment they are a refuge from all of those things.

Being saved by a kiss isn’t just for fables and fairy tales alike, occasionally in that very instant that kiss and those words couldn’t be truer. -tM

To Kiss


They are kissing, on a park bench,
on the edge of an old bed, in a doorway
or on the floor of a church. Kissing
as the streets fill with balloons
or soldiers, locusts or confetti, water
or fire or dust. Kissing down through
the centuries under sun or stars, a dead tree,
an umbrella, amid derelicts. Kissing
as Christ carries his cross, as Gandhi
sings his speeches, as a bullet
careens through the air toward a child's
good heart. They are kissing,
long, deep, spacious kisses, exploring
the silence of the tongue, the mute
rungs of the upper palate, hungry
for the living flesh. They are still
kissing when the cars crash and the bombs
drop, when the babies are born crying
into the white air, when Mozart bends
to his bowl of soup and Stalin
bends to his garden. They are kissing
to begin the world again. Nothing
can stop them. They kiss until their lips
swell, their thick tongues quickening
to the budded touch, licking up
the sweet juices. I want to believe
they are kissing to save the world,
but they're not. All they know
is this press and need, these two-legged
beasts, their faces like roses crushed
together and opening, they are covering
their teeth, they are doing what they have to do
to survive the worst, they are sealing
the hard words in, they are dying
for our sins. In a broken world they are
practicing this simple and singular act
to perfection. They are holding
onto each other. They are kissing.

Dorianne Laux

To kiss; where all thoughts are dissolved, where we are ready to let go of everything we think we know and hope we can control. When two people become their own purpose.