Kisses can be the sound of winter-whitened whispering pines; fresh, slow, quiet;
Kissing can be cagey and duplicitous;
A kiss earns thirty silver coins;
A kiss costs a lifetime;
A kiss is as silent as a prayer;
Kissing celebrates a war’s end;
A kiss draws breath lips tongues;
A kiss can never be sexual, it’s always sensual;
A kiss is captured in marble for eternity;
A kiss costs nothing but oft is priceless;
Kisses can be a beginning and also an end;
Kisses are preludes to sleepiness;
A kiss practiced on a pillow is rarely returned;
A kiss can beguile old fortunes;
A kiss can be litigated;
A kiss can be malevolent;
A kiss can be gallant strong bold;
A kiss can be strong bushy potent;
A kiss can be pretentious misguided refused;
Kisses hardly satisfy the ache of a woman wooing the stirred yet shame-faced neighbor;
A kiss is a testament, a covenant, a charter;
A kiss is an anxious hello; it’s a long good-bye; and finally, a rest in peace.
Upon witnessing the thousand upon thousand upon thousand of marvelous, brilliant, and novel flowers and plants during Jenni’s morning constitutional; it is hard to argue that there isn’t something profound influencing our world. This something has a broad canvas and phenomenal palette upon which to design and express.
I call these something’sCreatives. Not the adjective creative, but the organic, the essential, and the vital spark igniting intelligence and the miraculous diversity called Life.