This Kiss there is this kiss that we all long for. . . the kiss of the spirit, the kiss of a friend, the kiss of the beloved . . . and the heart goes there to that kiss. . . the body goes there to that kiss. the thick scent of spice and smoke invades the senses, interrupting an abstruse dream born on the pre-dawn hum, the first call to morning prayers and meditation. in the distance, lights dance to the pulse of another realm, rich in traditions undisturbed by the outside world. gently rising, a southwest wind carries with it the scent of the sea, mixed with the incense, musty carpets, and the staleness of last night’s feasting. Remnants of this night kisses my face with the promise of a new dawn’s sweetness. an exotic cadence beckons the soul, echoes inner longings. Pulses adjust to a rhythm of an unseen beat and rise to welcome the inner flame ignited by my blood’s response to this relentless thrum. The mystic joins me in this dance to souls, reflected in our mutual intent. . . and the tide’s current swells in recognition. the sand, the earth, absorbs our sweat, receives the droplets as nourishment. payment due. . . the mystic embraces me for a long moment, holds my eyes with his in an unyielding grip of sable clarity. and I see worlds of paradox within those depths. and passion. somewhere, from within this hidden memory, his essence comes into focus and I taste his sweetness. an unrelinquished bond of body and soul? perhaps another lifetime, or was it a dream. . .? he kisses my lips until I understand the illusion, and the alacrity. then he evaporates back into the mists from which he came, leaving me with the memory from another time, from another place, for another longing. . . i will not forget the truth i saw in his eyes. and the drums beat on into the night’s enchantment, infusing my blood with an aliveness i had not remembered for a very long time. . .
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