Those kisses, the breath of God, are his revelation. Even were I Wisdom the girl, I would have to say, the wisdom I have is from the guy Wisdom, for he breathes it into me. The breath of God is my daily sustenance. He's my bread.
We were wed. And by spiritual union, stepping into Jesus, or vice versa, and take the garden analogy, for it works, that communion is the source of courage, revelation, and moves of the Spirit.
Wed. Getting wed. However, out of harm's way, because I hide in the cleft of the rock, and he's got a hammer. He never sleeps, though I sleep. It is pretty safe.