Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Monk in Your Bedroom

By: Gus Victoria

He wears no cowl
Nor a tonsure,
Yet he prays
As fervently as they
In the chapel,
Though he
Recites his words
In your bed,
The temple is before him,
Adoration in his heart,
It races at your touch,
Simple, deep joy
In that careless touch,
Released in a sigh,
Anxiety and insecurity
Plague the goddess
As in her beauty he basks,
She pushes the supplicant aside,
She banishes him
From her presence,
Through her tears
She banishes him,
Confused he leaves,
Hurt he turns,
The monk in your bedroom,
Soon the memory you regret.

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