I haven’t kissed anyone in six years. The last time was in the wee hours of the morning on November 12, 2014. I had awakened in Jody’s hospital room to the sound of no breathing. My wife had died.
Will there be more kisses in my life? I think so but I don’t know when. What I do know is they won’t be a peck on the lips as I rush out the door. There’s something precious about two bodies being parallel, directly facing the beloved. And staying there, in that field of contact.
The next kiss will be sexual … and far beyond. It won’t be two people trying to get close. It won’t include thoughts such as “Am I doing this right?” It will be a communion that also includes the richness of life flowing over the horizon. It will be timeless, and moving just the same.
Namaste … the God in me sees the God in you. Our lips linger. And somewhere across the world, another couple smiles into each other’s eyes.