I can't help offering a basket of snail-kisses
when a woman like a duck stretches her lips wet with sunlight.
When a woman stretches her love-lorn hands, o Yusuf,
I can't refuse her like an impotent male.
(- O Yusuf (Taken from Sayeed Abubakar's one of the most popular Bengali poems belonging to his first book 'Pranoyer Prathom Pap'))
My heart stopped by you when I fell in love
I touched my fingers too my lips then placed a kiss on yours
Your embrace warm and inviting, held me gently
Your finger under my chin as your gaze caress my face
Same as the sun on dew drop fields
In the circle of your love where I am home
"On my pillow"
Your kiss, from dreams a long time ago
a tender caress,
only in dreams.
I confess to watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slept
Peacefully and soundlessly
I wished that I was inside your mind to travel in your dreams
on my pillow...
One seems to believe almost all that they believe; and when they stop short and call it a Religion, and you pass on, and call it only a reminiscence of one, should you not part with the kiss of peace?
(Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881), Scottish essayist, historian. letter, Sept. 10, 1833, to John Stuart Mill. Letters of Thomas Carlyle (1923).
On the Unitarians, following a meeting with Ralph Waldo Emerson.)
Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon.... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.
(D.H. (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885-1930), British author. Previously published in A Modern Lover (1934) Phoenix II (1968). Mr. Noon, ch. 2, Cambridge University Press (1984).)