You gave me seven kisses. An awakening trail of breath and softness. Each one the intent of your heart. Each one a gift. Each a line on the map you drew of me. One on my crown for bliss and understanding; an amethyst kiss, thoughtful and considered, filled with knowing wishes. One on my third eye, indigo kisses, so that I could intuit your meaning; see into the centre of you. Trust the singing of my instinct. One on the curve of my throat (which tickled bright blue), to connect us through air and water and fire; a code kiss to unravel the meaning between us. One on my heart. A lingering green kiss. Filled with compassion and a willingness to be. A promise of lips and a future of moments. And one on my belly, where my laughter lives. And my fear. A kiss the colour of the sun. And your breath wove tales of how it could be, if we believe and listen and know. You kissed me above my womb. The coral kiss of desire. And you lit up my body with a fire of carnelian and ochre and tangerine. And, for your seventh gift, you kissed the base of my spine, to ground me. A ruby red kiss. A shower of garnet. A flame glow to hold me. Namaste, lover. I see you.