“Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password. We love like spies, like bruised prize fighters, like children building tree houses. Our love is serious business. One look from you and my spine reincarnates as kite string. When I hesitate to hold your hand, it is because to know is to be responsible for…”— Mindy Nettifee, thecultofmindy.comTagged: Poetry, Lovers, Kissing, Holding Hands, Architecture Of Happiness