The Buddha in me (2014)

 

I ease out the Buddha

Because it grows

Too big to contain,

Its head red

From the rush of blood,

Deep veins exposed,

Like a road map to joy

I can only follow behind,

I ease out the Buddha

Because I can no longer

Stand the pain,

The chains that contain it,

Feeling the lash

Of the whip

I self-inflict

With thoughts of you,

With thought of my

Desperate need.

I ease out the Buddha

When it tells me to,

Draws me to

The sacred well

To drink,

To plunge my head

Deep into,

And drown,

Forced to breathe

Your scent,

Of pleasure and pain,

Only the Buddha

Knows how to find.

I east out the Buddha

And think only

Of you.

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