Kisses
(an excerpt from Necklace Of Kisses by Francesca Lia Block)
Where were the kisses? Weetzie Bat wondered.
Even after almost twenty years, Weetzie and her secret agent lover man still thew each other against walls, climbed up each other's bodies like ladders, and attacked each other's mouths as if they were performing resuscitation. The kisses had been earthquakes, shattering every glass object in a room. They had been thunderstorms, wiping out electricity so that candles had to be lit; then, those kisses extinguished the candle flames. They had been rain storms on the driest, thirstiest desert days, causing camellias, hydrangeas, agapanthus, and azaleas to bloom in the garden. Those kisses, Weetzie remembered --- they had been explosions.
Now there were no kisses at all.
Where were the kisses? Weetzie Bat wondered.
Even after almost twenty years, Weetzie and her secret agent lover man still thew each other against walls, climbed up each other's bodies like ladders, and attacked each other's mouths as if they were performing resuscitation. The kisses had been earthquakes, shattering every glass object in a room. They had been thunderstorms, wiping out electricity so that candles had to be lit; then, those kisses extinguished the candle flames. They had been rain storms on the driest, thirstiest desert days, causing camellias, hydrangeas, agapanthus, and azaleas to bloom in the garden. Those kisses, Weetzie remembered --- they had been explosions.
Now there were no kisses at all.