A Tantric Touch in the Astral

We were amazing beyond worldly definition,
cosmic rivers of suffering
settling as oceans of desire in pitted bellies.

It was tempting waves,
an alcoholic thought of reverie calling on us,
two polar opposites as tides,
as separated light that blinds.
We drank from each other
then bathed until our souls caught fire,
our consciousness momentarily becoming one.

Shirtless, we glowed;
our essence: a raging silence that deafened,
a home of impermanence escaping the world.
We set fire to the mirage
and ideas separate of ourselves.

We fell asleep on warm concrete pillows;
transcending compassionate form,
it was OK to say goodbye to the dream, OK
to awake to the fading imperfection of the loving
Yasodhara and Siddhartha we'd become.

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