“El remanso de airebajo la rama del eco.El remanso del aguabajo fronda de luceros.El remanso de tu bocabajo espesura de besos.*The still waters of the airunder the bough of the echo.The still waters of the waterunder a frond of stars.The still waters of your mouthunder a thicket of kisses.- Variación / VariationsTranslated from the Spanish by Lysander Kemp”

“…the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere …”

“Her lips are like pillows of warm glass. It is strange to find her resistant for even a second, since she has been the kisser and not the kissed. It wasn’t like the last time, which felt fumbling and unnatural. That time wasn’t off-putting, just like kissing one’s sister. This kiss, my kiss, was tingling sweetness, electric apple blossoms.”

“They kissed in the middle of the sidewalk, letting the crowds of people flow around them like water around an island.”

“Give me kisses! Nay, ’tis true I am just as rich as you; And for every kiss I owe, I can pay you back, you know. Kiss me, then, Every moment, and again.”

“His kisses were so hungry and male, which isn’t bad. Every kiss said he could never have enough, but he wasn’t going to stop trying. They were so hormonal. I wanted his sugar roughness. Girl’s kisses are deliberate and polished. When she kisses me – when I kiss her – she doesn’t want me. She has me and knows it.”

“Romance is a tender kiss with a lingering promise of more to come.”

“When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.”

“I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.”

“Each in the most hidden sack keptthe lost jewels of memory,intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,the fragment of public or private happiness.A few, the wolves, collected thighs,other men loved the dawn scratchingmountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers.For me happiness was to share singing,praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes.I ask forgiveness for my bad ways:my life had no use on earth.”

“Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days…”

“When sugar kisses your lips, it’s like an early morning kiss between two lovers.”

“I sent a quick text to Adrian: I have a hickey! You can’t ever kiss me again. I honestly hadn’t expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response: Okay. I won’t kiss you on your neck again.So typical of him. No! You can’t ever kiss me ANYWHERE. You said you were going to keep your distance.I’m trying, he wrote back. But you won’t keep your distance from me.I didn’t dignify that with a response.”

“I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.”