then comes the kiss.
the deeply private realm of the mouth — that dark, moist cavity that no one else but our dentist usually enters, where our tongue reigns supreme over a microcosm as silent and unknown as the belly of a whale — now prepares to open itself up to another. the tongue, which has had no expectation of ever meeting a compatriot, gingerly approaches a fellow member of its species, advancing with something of the reserve and curiosity exhibited by a south sea islander in greeting the arrival of the first european adventurer. indentations and plateaus in the inner lining of the cheeks, hitherto thought of as solely personal, are revealed as having counterparts.
the tongues engage each other in a tentative dance.
× Alain de Botton ×