The Kiss

Discussion in 'The Powder Keg' started by alan c., Sep 18, 2002.

  1. I stand by the bed where a young woman lies, her face post-operative, and her mouth twisted in palsy; clownish. A tiny twig of the facial nerve, the one to the muscles of her mouth, had been severed. She will be thus from now on. The surgeon had followed with religious fervor the curve of her flesh; I promise you that. Nevertheless, to remove the tumor from her cheek, I had cut the little nerve. Her young husband is in the room. He stands on the opposite side of the bed, and together they seem to dwell in the evening lamplight, isolated from me, private. Who are they, I asked myself, he and this wry-mouth I have made, who gaze at and touch each other so generously, greedily?
    "Will my mouth always be like this?" she asks.
    "Yes," I say, " it will be. It is because the nerve was cut."
    She nods and is silent. But the young man smiles. "I like it," he says. " It is kind of cute."
    All at once I know who he is. I understand, and I lower my gaze. One is not bold in an encounter with a god. Unmindful, he bends to kiss her crooked mouth, and I am so close I can see how he twists his own lips to accommodate her, to show her that their kiss still works.

    Richard Selzer
    Last edited: Sep 19, 2002
  2. Benny

    Benny Guest

    Alan c. we all need to be reminded of the simple things sometimes. Thanks for doing that for me today.


  3. 7mmag6

    7mmag6 Guest

    Alan c you are the finest example of faith and good will I have ever seen, you are a great guy, and Im glad you are on this forum