We live in a house built of kisses,

each one bestowed by the Beloved’s lips.


Whether health or sickness,

ultra-conservative or flaming liberal,

lilting flute or barking dog,

toxic swamp or crystalline lake,

all are essential to the whole abode

that coaxes and pushes us

to the inner-most home.


Here we realize

we are the Beloved’s kiss—

and the Kisser.