Glenn Edward McDuffie passed away this weekend, and his kiss once again flooded the media. It’s a kiss that stops people and makes them think…makes them feel. The story behind it surprised me. I had always assumed it was his girlfriend he was kissing, but it wasn’t. He said:
” ‘When I got off from the subway, a lady told me the war was over, and I went into the street yelling. I saw the nurse and she was smiling at me, so I just grabbed her,’ he said.” (Vancouver Sun, March 15, 2014)
In the famous photo, everyone on the street is drawn by their passon. A moment of intense feeling caught on film. A perfect kiss. I don’t believe there’s a woman alive who hasn’t fantasized about being kissed like that.
Kisses are wonderful wonderful things. They can be sweet or saucy, stolen or given, gentle or firm, soft or harsh…but they are almost always perfect in their own way.
I remember the first time my man kissed me like it was yesterday. I can taste it on my lips, a connection embedded deep in memory.
“Play it again Sam.”
Your turn. Any kissing comments?