And it seemed to her that kisses, voices, tinkling spoons, laughter, the smell of crushed grass were somehow inside her.Katherine Mansfield
A kiss on the forehead-erases misery.
I kiss your forehead.
A kiss on the eyes-lifts sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.
A kiss on the lips-is a drink of water.
I kiss your lips.
A kiss on the forehead-erases memory.M Tsvetaeva, translated by Ilya Kaminsky
Don’t Talk, Kiss, Enzo Apicella, 1988
“The whole point of being gay is that we get to make up our own rules. We get to hug and kiss and touch our friends (as long as they want us to) and erase the lines, not just blur them.”GARRETT SCHLICHTE, “WHY DON’T WE KISS OUR FRIENDS MORE?”
Header illustration: Dont-Talk-Kiss-Enzo-Apicella-Great-Britain-Banyan-Books-London-1988