For every man there are two kisses.
The first kiss is of the mother,the earth,
With her food and warmth and light for growing.

The second kiss is the golden kiss.
It is the kiss of self,
And its fire and light and warmth
Is greater than all of the suns in the sky!

With the second kiss, the mother is needed no longer.
She is for the children yet crawling upon her surface.
With the second kiss darkness has light
Coldness has warmth,
And all strangers are accepted.

Blessed be the dead. Blessed be the receivers of the second kiss.
They feel not with hands of clay,
but with the beating of the universe.
If they remained in our shadow,
We would hear them wailing for us
From the Wolf Trail itself!
Nakoa's Woman by Gayle Rogers