(Flashback to 2007)
I wish to be kissed as if it were on purpose…
this was my only thought this evening driving home from a movie with the top down and the moist air quenching every deep breath. It was yet another perfect night in Nashville. I had gone to see Stardust with my mom…it was good…vaguely resembled the princess bride…it made me giggle and, although it was not strictly a romance movie, most of all it made me long more than ever to simply be kissed…on purpose.
I’m not technically asking for love…at first…just that burst you get when getting fervently kissed…I want that back…it’s been given to me on silver platters before and like a royal snob I ‘shewed’ it away as if it were spoiled caviar not even realizing how lucky I was to be served such a delicacy in the first place…
then again…
who says I want caviar…no…I want strawberry rhubarb pie served on a paper plate with a jungle book theme lining the outer ridges while sitting on the back porch of a barn watching the sunset…I want to taste the burning rays as they sizzle and cool beyond the trees and into the night…then I want to see the stars that would follow like permanent fireworks remaining forever but invisible to any others then the lovers themselves…
Yes…
to be kissed…
it’s a simple request really…
just…
make sure it’s on purpose.
