I took a nap this evening when I got home from work. Nothing unusual about that. But I woke up dreaming about a kiss. In the dream I was at a gathering with several friends, including a few from my undergraduate days at the university. And there was one woman there that I knew slightly, and had known for some time. But not anyone I recognize. Kinda like an old friend, and kinda like an actress. Maybe a bit like Helen Hunt.
People started to leave like they do when a party is ending. This woman had been standing in the kitchen, but as she passed through the living room on the way to the door, she stopped, leaned into me, and kissed me on the lips. A long, slow, sensuous kiss. It was one of those kisses where you connect so deeply that your souls touch.
It is the second time in the past few weeks that I've dreamed about a kiss. It's been two years since I had a kiss, and it's been a year since my divorce. I think I should go on a "kiss-quest."
Jenny Kissed Me, by Leigh Hunt:
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add
Jenny kissed me.
Here's a movie-trailer about about a kiss: