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	<title>Wine and Kissing &#187; Contemporary Literature</title>
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		<title>Lip Face Soliloquy of All Things Wonderful</title>
		<link>http://wineandkissing.com/2010/08/lip-face-soliloquy-of-all-things-wonderful/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 03:57:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Elisabet Alhambra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[we were falling in love and
we liked it
bottoms of feet stained
purple
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>By J. Kirk Feiereisen    </em><a href="http://www.yoelrey.com"><em>www.yoelrey.com</em></a><em> </em></p>
<p>we were falling in love and<br />
we liked it<br />
bottoms of feet stained<br />
purple<br />
floor splatters mingled into one<br />
beneath toes and<br />
heals and<br />
arches<br />
we began to kiss again no<br />
pulling away for breath<br />
she leaned in and<br />
I was done<br />
a slow sweet pull from all<br />
time amalgamed into<br />
three hour lip face soliloquy of<br />
all things wonderful and<br />
human and<br />
alive in<br />
moment</p>
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		<title>How She Felt</title>
		<link>http://wineandkissing.com/2010/06/how-she-felt/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 04:46:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Elisabet Alhambra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[How she felt when first he kissed her – like a tub of roses...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a class="alignleft" rel="attachment wp-att-325" href="http://wineandkissing.com/2010/06/how-she-felt/kissing-school-book-2/" target="_self"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-325" title="kissing school book" src="http://wineandkissing.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/kissing-school-book.jpg" alt="kissing school book" width="107" height="126" /></a> Cherie Byrd <a href="http://www.kissingschool.com">www.kissingschool.com</a> has a wonderful Kissing School in Seattle and has published the book <em>Kissing School, Seven Lessons on Love, Lips, and Life Force</em> ( I attended this class in April and would highly recommend it!) </p>
<p>Cherie writes: &#8220;Lessons may be necessary, but remember that loving is essentially an art form and that your practice will largely be shaped by your willingness to be creative with what you are experiencing&#8230; There is so much untapped potential: the naked promise in a glance, the electricity in a touch, the delicious merging of a kiss.&#8221;   </p>
<p><em>Ojalá!</em></p>
<p><em>Elisabet</em></p>
<p>How She Felt</p>
<p><em>by Samuel Sullivan Cox</em></p>
<p>How she felt when first he kissed her – like a tub of roses swimming in honey, cologne, nutmeg and blackberries.</p>
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		<title>Love What It Loves</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 06:36:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Elisabet Alhambra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mi novio sent me the first lines of this poem today. I had read it for the first time about a year ago y me encanto. I loved to be reminded. There is no written mention of wine, but we can imagine a taste of wine that would go along with such a a poem.  What wine would you choose? <em>Elisabet</em> </p>
<p><strong>Wild Geese<br />
</strong><em>Mary Oliver<br />
</em> <br />
You do not have to be good.<br />
You do not have to walk on your knees<br />
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.<br />
You only have to let the soft animal of your body<br />
       love what it loves.<br />
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine<br />
Meanwile the world goes on.<br />
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain<br />
are moving across the landscapes,<br />
over the prairies and the deep trees,<br />
the mountains and the rivers.<br />
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,<br />
are heading home again.<br />
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,<br />
the world offers itself to your imagination,<br />
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting &#8211;<br />
over and over announcing your place<br />
in the family of things.</p>
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		<title>Dark Wine Reminds Me of You</title>
		<link>http://wineandkissing.com/2010/02/dark-wine-reminds-me-of-you/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 07:50:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Elisabet Alhambra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dark wine reminds me of you,
The burgundies and cabernets.
The tang and thrum and hiss
That spiral like Egyptian silk,
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Sandra Cisneros</em></p>
<p>Dark wine reminds me of you,<br />
The burgundies and cabernets.<br />
The tang and thrum and hiss<br />
That spiral like Egyptian silk,<br />
Blood bit from a lip, black<br />
Smoke from a cigarette.</p>
<p>Nights that swell like cork.<br />
This night. A thousand.<br />
Under a single lamplight.<br />
In public or alone.<br />
Very late or very early.<br />
When I write my poems.</p>
<p>Something of you still taut<br />
Still tugs still pulls,<br />
A rope that trembled<br />
Hummed between us.<br />
Hummed, love, didn’t it.<br />
Love, how it hummed.</p>
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