Cosmic Kisses

I must admit that all this talk about privilege is indifferent to me,

When I am a beneficiary of our cosmic kisses.

The call for equality at its core is merely a yearning for balance,

And there is no better place for harmony than in the pantheon of our palates.

Where the supreme deities of our lips armed with cupid’s bows,

Go blow-for-blow in the mutual exchange of adaptive affection.

Each kiss allows us each a sensual gift and gifting,

While creatively exploring the dynamics of our connection.

And in this summit of devoted oratory caress,

Whether it is bringing to light the merits of our love,

Or affording a night of precarious passion,

There always seems to be a single kiss between,

You and I from a higher zenith of being.