cuckoo-sob

Updated: May 25, 2025

I have my memories of when I, too, kissed stolen kisses in the pause of the seconds between the frank, outspoken 'Good nights. When all the signs of ripeness are visible the love-shades and love-notes that cannot be hidden, the unconscious caress of the eyes in a fleeting glance, the involuntary softening of voices, the cuckoo-sob in the throat why, the night-parting kiss does not need to be seen.

Jack London - The Little Lady of the Big House