Sunday Memories: First Loves

The kiss and the hope for a kiss

After a kiss or the hope for a kiss, if you are lucky, a door swings opens onto a world only dreamed of before.   

She of the kiss opened the door to freedom.  Freedom to finally step into all of me, with light and shadow and image and expression that didn't require an argument or proof.  Just a picture singing thousands of dreams.

And she, who made so many of us hope for a kiss, stepped onto a stage and opened the door to my soul. A soul that could do no wrong making a fool of myself on stage and bursting my heart onto a page.

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