Kisses not Hershey's but his...

**Kisses Through Time**
*Jessy Jacob ❤️*

Do you remember how many
kisses your mother gave you?
Soft ones on sleepy mornings,
warm ones before you ran to play.

Have you ever thought
how many kisses your father placed
on your tiny cheeks
when you were two… three… five years old?
Did you count them,
or did they melt into time?

And your sister �"
do you remember her little kisses
when you were three,
sticky with candy and laughter?

So many girls kissed you in your youth,
careless, playful, passing like seasons.
But I �"
though I am married to you �"
have never kissed you,
not even upon your forehead.

Tell me…
am I the lucky one
or the unlucky one
who never felt
the gentle bite of your teeth,
never claimed a single kiss
to call my own?

Yet still,
my lips hold a question,
and my heart
holds you

**Like the Right to the Left**

A kiss �"
I see it
as clinging to each other
the way the right part of our body
belongs to the left.

Not separate,
not distant,
but made to meet �"
like hands folding into prayer,
like arms crossing over the heart,
like two halves
remembering they were once one.

When we kiss,
it is not only lips touching �"
it is right finding left,
left leaning into right,
balance becoming whole.

We are together,
kissing each other,
the way a body
cannot deny
its own embrace.

�" Jessy Jacob ❤️