I Want to Kiss

In this moment, I will not be taking anything.

Just me, this page, a matcha latte.

I feel the energy moving in my heart space, the center of my chest. My tongue is pressed against the top of my mouth, the tip of my tongue pressed behind the back of my two front teeth.

Energy flowing in my throat, a cooling sensation that is moving upward, dripping onto my tongue, wanting to pour out. I want to kiss. I miss kissing. My favourite pastime.

A lover comes to mind.

No one to kiss in this moment.

How else can I express this love yearning to pour out? What if I never meet someone?

What would I do with this energy and love?

How can I express it and share it other than making love to a woman?

Why would I even contemplate this?

It’s not an either-or; it’s about everything.

The Earth below and the Universe above.

Meeting within the centre of my vessel.