by Stacey Bourdeau
They are the sun and the land, the eternal he and she. They meet each morning upon rising and again each evening upon setting. It is that point on the horizon where they meet and know love's embrace. It is there at that point, in that moment that the eternal kiss happens.
It is there on that island in the middle of the sea where the eternal kiss happens that a child lives. Eternally pure and innocent, eternally clean, it is by virtue of that child's existence the keeping of all other promises happens.
They are her keepers and she is the keeper of the eternal kiss. She is the daughter of the dance, the gift given so the eternal kiss could happen. The gift given to bring eternal peace.
The kiss it's self is shrouded in silence, drawing forth the joyous fountain from within the core of the body, the fountain in which lives eternal hope and the body, upon it's awareness of the kiss feels happy.
Each sunrise and each sunset, in each moment of silence, the child on that island becomes home to the eternal kiss, the fountain of joy in which lives hope.... bringing happy to the entire body.
There on the island of the eternal kiss.
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