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.