The most intimate of kiss exists by gentle pressing lips to forehead.
Small breath escaping between folds of love.
A father kissing his daughter,
a daughter to her dying mother.
The smallest of gestures paying passage
to a great vault of intimacy
welcoming all with the key
of a secret garden of empathy.
And some will judge it unclean.
From man to a man
or woman to woman.
Some will claim it inauthentic
as if love is determined by sex and not soul.
Love is love, no matter your gender.
Human to human, we bless life on foreheads.