Kundalini Poem by Tsani Jones

A touch is innocent.
But with a touch,
I can make love to you as if
You're the last woman on earth.

But to me, you are.

A kiss is pure.
But with a kiss,
I can make earth disheveled
And the world you know vanish.

Love is our own religion...

A glance is sacred.
But with a glance comes desire,
From desire is longing borne,
Longing begets passion.

Passion is the rage of the flame.

A glance, a touch,
A kiss.
From nothing this love,
This serpent arises

And nothing extinguishes the flame.